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 Argentina and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pet Shop Boys to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Mandrill,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roy Ayers,
Aaron Thompson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Swans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter & Gordon,
Guru Guru,
Cecil Taylor,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
New York Dolls,
Josef K,
John Lydon,
Stetsasonic,
The Real Kids,
the Association,
Dual Sessions,
a-ha,
Bauhaus,
Babytalk,
Ken Boothe,
The New Christs,
the Sonics,
New Order,
Marc Almond,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joey Negro,
The Dirtbombs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
E-Dancer,
Sarah Menescal,
Soft Machine,
Suicide,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Steve Hackett,
Magazine,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alice Coltrane,
Cluster,
Swell Maps,
Bush Tetras,
Piero Umiliani,
Brothers Johnson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
ABBA,
Morten Harket,
The Mojo Men,
The Moleskins,
Cameo,
The Doors,
Thee Headcoats,
Moebius,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ponytail,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.