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 Cambodia and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Bluetip to the jazz 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Alice Coltrane,
DNA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Cale,
Spoonie Gee,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Model 500,
Arcadia,
Echospace,
The Dead C,
In Retrospect,
Aural Exciters,
Laurel Aitken,
H. Thieme,
The Associates,
Donald Byrd,
Von Mondo,
Television Personalities,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Moebius,
Guru Guru,
Neu!,
The Smiths,
Gabor Szabo,
Goldenarms,
Mission of Burma,
Neil Young,
Piero Umiliani,
Drexciya,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Zeros,
T.S.O.L.,
Surgeon,
Lalann,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The United States of America,
Panda Bear,
Nils Olav,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Anakelly,
Janne Schatter,
Zapp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pantaleimon,
Rod Modell,
The Walker Brothers,
Brass Construction,
Wally Richardson,
Kayak,
Duran Duran,
John Coltrane,
Schoolly D,
Aaron Thompson,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bang On A Can,
Inner City,
the Bar-Kays,
the Slits,
Skarface,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.