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 Montenegro and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
June of 44,
Lucky Dragons,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tim Buckley,
Amazonics,
Kurtis Blow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
PIL,
Aswad,
CMW,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Don Cherry,
Sister Nancy,
Glenn Branca,
The Names,
Moby Grape,
Althea and Donna,
Quantec,
Joe Smooth,
Hoover,
Kayak,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aloha Tigers,
The Smoke,
Pulsallama,
Motorama,
Neu!,
Crime,
Mark Hollis,
The Wake,
Kaleidoscope,
B.T. Express,
The Litter,
Dead Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
Interpol,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Toni Rubio,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
La Düsseldorf,
Scratch Acid,
Scrapy,
Janne Schatter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Womack,
The Associates,
Donny Hathaway,
Yazoo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Model 500,
The Offenders,
Alphaville,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fire Engines,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gabor Szabo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Qualms,
The Angels of Light,
Scan 7,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.