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 Costa Rica and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Derrick Morgan to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Motorama,
David Bowie,
Fad Gadget,
Severed Heads,
Arab on Radar,
The Litter,
R.M.O.,
Joey Negro,
The Red Krayola,
the Bar-Kays,
The Techniques,
FM Einheit,
Quando Quango,
Glambeats Corp.,
Anthony Braxton,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tubeway Army,
New Order,
The Sisters of Mercy,
U.S. Maple,
Susan Cadogan,
Aswad,
Brick,
John Holt,
In Retrospect,
Angry Samoans,
Public Enemy,
China Crisis,
Ronan,
Kenny Larkin,
Kas Product,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Last Poets,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roxy Music,
Gichy Dan,
Essential Logic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Judy Mowatt,
Monks,
Hashim,
Ossler,
The Cure,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Royal Trux,
Yaz,
Ken Boothe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
L. Decosne,
Parry Music,
Qualms,
Maurizio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Davy DMX,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.