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 Senegal and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Organ to the rock 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Black Pus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Fania All-Stars,
Loose Ends,
Mark Hollis,
The Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Reuben Wilson,
Infiniti,
Prince Buster,
Drexciya,
The Gories,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fall,
John Foxx,
Los Fastidios,
Gil Scott Heron,
Warren Ellis,
Panda Bear,
Accadde A,
The Real Kids,
The Moleskins,
Bob Dylan,
One Last Wish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fad Gadget,
Radiopuhelimet,
New York Dolls,
Max Romeo,
Main Source,
Dead Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
Rakim,
Altered Images,
Juan Atkins,
the Normal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ludus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alison Limerick,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marine Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Simply Red,
Colin Newman,
The Index,
Freddie Wadling,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aural Exciters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Audionom,
Severed Heads,
Roger Hodgson,
Gichy Dan,
Alice Coltrane,
L. Decosne,
John Coltrane,
Flamin' Groovies,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.