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 Belarus and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 cv313 to the disco 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Misunderstood,
T. Rex,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Swans,
Lou Christie,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Popol Vuh,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rosa Yemen,
Index,
Ronan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Warsaw,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sam Rivers,
Michelle Simonal,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Wake,
Gang Green,
Lyres,
CMW,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scrapy,
One Last Wish,
Pussy Galore,
Rod Modell,
Man Parrish,
Avey Tare,
Chris Corsano,
FM Einheit,
Cybotron,
The Golliwogs,
The American Breed,
The Count Five,
Half Japanese,
Erykah Badu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Reagan Youth,
Bauhaus,
Metal Thangz,
Stiv Bators,
Tubeway Army,
The Trojans,
AZ,
Suicide,
Donald Byrd,
ABBA,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Leaves,
The Zeros,
Soft Cell,
Dark Day,
Alison Limerick,
Jeff Mills,
Flamin' Groovies,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.