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 Dominican Republic and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Delon & Dalcan to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Slits,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Litter,
the Germs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Royal Trux,
Dennis Brown,
New Age Steppers,
Moby Grape,
R.M.O.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crooked Eye,
Barrington Levy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mission of Burma,
The Count Five,
Joy Division,
Minny Pops,
Joe Smooth,
New York Dolls,
Q and Not U,
Basic Channel,
Gastr Del Sol,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Siglo XX,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Durutti Column,
Mantronix,
LL Cool J,
Aswad,
the Normal,
Bill Near,
Newcleus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bluetip,
The American Breed,
Pantytec,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gerry Rafferty,
Thompson Twins,
Skaos,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Man Parrish,
Hoover,
Subhumans,
Bobby Womack,
The Evens,
Underground Resistance,
Faraquet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bill Wells,
Black Sheep,
The Victims,
Rosa Yemen,
Avey Tare,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.