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 Chad and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Electric Prunes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Matthew Bourne,
The Associates,
Brothers Johnson,
China Crisis,
Eurythmics,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Foxx,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Schoolly D,
Bill Near,
Kevin Saunderson,
T. Rex,
The Barracudas,
Marine Girls,
Eric Copeland,
Wings,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minutemen,
Bill Wells,
Man Eating Sloth,
a-ha,
Index,
The Beau Brummels,
Jeff Mills,
kango's stein massive,
Radio Birdman,
Scott Walker,
Ronan,
Donny Hathaway,
Lalo Schifrin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gastr Del Sol,
CMW,
Can,
Clear Light,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sarah Menescal,
Bang On A Can,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Slits,
Livin' Joy,
Wally Richardson,
Faraquet,
The Electric Prunes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deakin,
Ten City,
Josef K,
Tommy Roe,
PIL,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang of Four,
Main Source,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yaz,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.