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 Slovenia and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Scott Walker to the dance 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Ludus,
Kayak,
Andrew Hill,
Funky Four + One,
Big Daddy Kane,
Michelle Simonal,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bootsy Collins,
The Seeds,
Alphaville,
Nik Kershaw,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Reed,
Barclay James Harvest,
Clear Light,
Barrington Levy,
Drexciya,
Piero Umiliani,
Frankie Knuckles,
Maurizio,
Black Flag,
Pere Ubu,
Graham Central Station,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
OOIOO,
Average White Band,
Sparks,
Grey Daturas,
Unwound,
China Crisis,
Ossler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Suburban Knight,
Hasil Adkins,
48th St. Collective,
10cc,
The Residents,
Marvin Gaye,
DJ Sneak,
Ten City,
One Last Wish,
Brass Construction,
X-102,
L. Decosne,
The Moody Blues,
Organ,
The Wake,
Charles Mingus,
Neu!,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Smoke,
Rakim,
Blake Baxter,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minny Pops,
Crash Course in Science,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rotary Connection,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.