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 Panama and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Motions to the funk 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Throbbing Gristle,
Leonard Cohen,
Make Up,
Qualms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Mummies,
Wire,
EPMD,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang Green,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Christie,
Black Moon,
Fatback Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeff Mills,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marvin Gaye,
The Alarm Clocks,
Suicide,
Intrusion,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fire Engines,
Visage,
The Moody Blues,
The Birthday Party,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare,
Organ,
Derrick May,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Neon Judgement,
Dennis Brown,
Colin Newman,
The Trojans,
June of 44,
Glenn Branca,
Dual Sessions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Icehouse,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cramps,
Young Marble Giants,
Reagan Youth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New Order,
Brass Construction,
the Bar-Kays,
Funky Four + One,
Bauhaus,
Crime,
Amazonics,
Pet Shop Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Toni Rubio,
The Mojo Men,
K-Klass,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Essential Logic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Motions,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.