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 Swaziland and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Kurtis Blow to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Unrelated Segments,
Lalann,
The American Breed,
Rapeman,
X-101,
Josef K,
Intrusion,
OOIOO,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lucky Dragons,
Loose Ends,
Agitation Free,
The Misunderstood,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Faust,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nils Olav,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
This Heat,
Prince Buster,
The Angels of Light,
L. Decosne,
Nick Fraelich,
The Saints,
Y Pants,
John Holt,
Cameo,
These Immortal Souls,
Cybotron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nirvana,
Freddie Wadling,
The Motions,
Terry Callier,
Jeff Mills,
Funky Four + One,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scratch Acid,
ABC,
Sparks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Man Parrish,
Grey Daturas,
June Days,
Bush Tetras,
Vainqueur,
The Gories,
The Names,
Visage,
The Knickerbockers,
Warsaw,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Invisible,
8 Eyed Spy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mad Mike,
Robert Görl,
Gil Scott Heron,
Danielle Patucci,
D'Angelo,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.