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 Bolivia and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 The Gun Club to the grunge 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
The Sonics,
Pantaleimon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barrington Levy,
Albert Ayler,
Prince Buster,
Aural Exciters,
The Count Five,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Angels of Light,
June of 44,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Grass Roots,
Fad Gadget,
Unwound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Human League,
Livin' Joy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Essential Logic,
Colin Newman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tommy Roe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Vainqueur,
The Dead C,
Procol Harum,
Little Man,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hoover,
Harmonia,
T. Rex,
The Seeds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Zapp,
La Düsseldorf,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Standells,
Japan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Erasure,
Con Funk Shun,
Severed Heads,
Gong,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Al Stewart,
Eddi Front,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bluetip,
Terry Callier,
Wasted Youth,
Nils Olav,
X-Ray Spex,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lower 48,
Eric Dolphy,
Jeff Lynne,
Juan Atkins,
Scientists,
Nick Fraelich,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.