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 Philippines and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Anthony Braxton to the rock 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nick Fraelich,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Seeds,
The Black Dice,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Funky Four + One,
Khruangbin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Glenn Branca,
Carl Craig,
Prince Buster,
The Trojans,
Maleditus Sound,
Malaria!,
Sun City Girls,
Japan,
Rod Modell,
FM Einheit,
Adolescents,
the Normal,
Country Teasers,
Severed Heads,
Yazoo,
Mark Hollis,
Reagan Youth,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Iggy Pop,
Slave,
The Cramps,
Avey Tare,
In Retrospect,
Delon & Dalcan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kurtis Blow,
Siglo XX,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The New Christs,
Dawn Penn,
Agitation Free,
Arthur Verocai,
The Martian,
Nico,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Foxx,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Anakelly,
Derrick Morgan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gerry Rafferty,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fluxion,
Fat Boys,
Amazonics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Vogues,
Silicon Teens,
Amon Düül,
Scion,
Todd Terry,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.