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 Brunei and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Roger Hodgson,
Eric Dolphy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blancmange,
Guru Guru,
Toni Rubio,
Black Flag,
Slave,
Animal Collective,
The Cowsills,
The Seeds,
Los Fastidios,
Piero Umiliani,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joyce Sims,
Pussy Galore,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ludus,
Judy Mowatt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wasted Youth,
Gang of Four,
Roy Ayers,
Joensuu 1685,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Porter Ricks,
Pierre Henry,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Techniques,
Jawbox,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Moleskins,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sonics,
Marine Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Circle Jerks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
New Age Steppers,
the Germs,
Avey Tare,
Trumans Water,
Laurel Aitken,
World's Most,
Robert Görl,
Althea and Donna,
Grauzone,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
K-Klass,
Scientists,
The Detroit Cobras,
Country Teasers,
MDC,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Unwound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kayak,
Stereo Dub,
Bluetip,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sparks,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.