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 Iraq and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Harry Pussy to the crunk 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Rekid,
The Evens,
Boz Scaggs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
David Axelrod,
Bauhaus,
Roger Hodgson,
Magma,
Traffic Nightmare,
FM Einheit,
The Grass Roots,
Parry Music,
Talk Talk,
The Electric Prunes,
The Doors,
Colin Newman,
Alison Limerick,
Skaos,
Hoover,
Terry Callier,
Siglo XX,
The Blues Magoos,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sparks,
The Gap Band,
Minny Pops,
The Birthday Party,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Happenings,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scan 7,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Misunderstood,
Darondo,
The Human League,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joey Negro,
The Martian,
Brick,
Pole,
Basic Channel,
The Young Rascals,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Max Romeo,
Organ,
Groovy Waters,
Sister Nancy,
Fat Boys,
Infiniti,
Hasil Adkins,
Skarface,
Wings,
Amazonics,
Scientists,
The Neon Judgement,
The Sonics,
Yusef Lateef,
Suicide,
Porter Ricks,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.