Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Tanzania and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Grass Roots to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Main Source,
Aloha Tigers,
The Velvet Underground,
Wings,
Cecil Taylor,
The Count Five,
The Moody Blues,
Albert Ayler,
Saccharine Trust,
Dark Day,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bob Dylan,
Ohio Players,
La Düsseldorf,
The Blackbyrds,
The United States of America,
Ponytail,
Joensuu 1685,
The Happenings,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Star Department,
Nas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
Technova,
The Five Americans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Flash Fearless,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Misunderstood,
Ronnie Foster,
Scan 7,
The Fall,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Human League,
Thee Headcoats,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rod Modell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roxette,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Standells,
Hashim,
Neu!,
Bush Tetras,
The Vogues,
Lou Christie,
In Retrospect,
Can,
The Birthday Party,
Laurel Aitken,
Scratch Acid,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultravox,
ABBA,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.