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 Uruguay and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Crispy Ambulance to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Theoretical Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
Glenn Branca,
Siglo XX,
Harry Pussy,
Danielle Patucci,
Q and Not U,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dual Sessions,
Darondo,
Swans,
Soft Cell,
Clear Light,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
World's Most,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eric B and Rakim,
Al Stewart,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pylon,
Magazine,
Iggy Pop,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Zeros,
Eve St. Jones,
Yellowson,
The Index,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ossler,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Symarip,
Alice Coltrane,
The Music Machine,
Bill Near,
Lakeside,
The Blues Magoos,
Duran Duran,
Marine Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Altered Images,
Spandau Ballet,
Yaz,
Public Enemy,
48th St. Collective,
Subhumans,
Robert Wyatt,
The Move,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Moon,
X-102,
MDC,
The Birthday Party,
Minny Pops,
Scientists,
DJ Style,
Byron Stingily,
DNA,
Skarface,
Warsaw,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.