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 Niger and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 Lightning Bolt to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
The Human League,
Robert Wyatt,
Scan 7,
Hardrive,
Shuggie Otis,
Schoolly D,
the Normal,
Albert Ayler,
Morten Harket,
ABBA,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cowsills,
Danielle Patucci,
DJ Sneak,
Unwound,
Steve Hackett,
Colin Newman,
Brothers Johnson,
Pulsallama,
The Names,
EPMD,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Essential Logic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Altered Images,
Half Japanese,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soft Machine,
The Cure,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aaron Thompson,
Judy Mowatt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gap Band,
Max Romeo,
Babytalk,
B.T. Express,
Eden Ahbez,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wasted Youth,
Sällskapet,
Black Pus,
The Red Krayola,
David McCallum,
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Harmonia,
Stetsasonic,
Severed Heads,
The Wake,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lucky Dragons,
Symarip,
the Slits,
Kas Product,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Franke,
Cal Tjader,
The Stooges,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.