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 Australia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Arcadia to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Roy Ayers,
La Düsseldorf,
Eric Dolphy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Kinks,
Main Source,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Silicon Teens,
Clear Light,
Grandmaster Flash,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radiohead,
The Walker Brothers,
the Soft Cell,
Interpol,
Fort Wilson Riot,
K-Klass,
Animal Collective,
Cymande,
Susan Cadogan,
Andrew Hill,
X-102,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gap Band,
Tom Boy,
Joe Smooth,
Tomorrow,
Pantytec,
Accadde A,
Sandy B,
Easy Going,
Au Pairs,
Mr. Review,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Theoretical Girls,
Jacques Brel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rosa Yemen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crispian St. Peters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Terry Callier,
Public Enemy,
Leonard Cohen,
Altered Images,
Sun Ra,
The Happenings,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Symarip,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Excepter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Qualms,
the Swans,
Tears for Fears,
Gerry Rafferty,
New Age Steppers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Steve Hackett,
Skaos,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.