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 Nepal and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Goldenarms to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Idris Muhammad,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David Bowie,
The Sonics,
The Divine Comedy,
The Seeds,
The Neon Judgement,
Minor Threat,
Albert Ayler,
Scrapy,
Crash Course in Science,
The Five Americans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Man Eating Sloth,
Faraquet,
Gabor Szabo,
Brothers Johnson,
Ossler,
Technova,
The Skatalites,
L. Decosne,
Excepter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eric Dolphy,
Jandek,
Graham Central Station,
Sonny Sharrock,
Carl Craig,
The Monochrome Set,
Rekid,
Matthew Bourne,
Bootsy Collins,
Lindisfarne,
The Trojans,
Lucky Dragons,
The Moleskins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Radiohead,
The Black Dice,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang Green,
The Invisible,
T. Rex,
Black Flag,
New Order,
The Knickerbockers,
Sam Rivers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tres Demented,
Danielle Patucci,
Depeche Mode,
T.S.O.L.,
Laurel Aitken,
Crispy Ambulance,
Subhumans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arcadia,
Pantaleimon,
Johnny Clarke,
Morten Harket,
Aural Exciters,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.