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 Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 The Neon Judgement to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Yellowson,
Quantec,
Al Stewart,
Dawn Penn,
Eli Mardock,
Jeff Mills,
ABBA,
Mark Hollis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Bar-Kays,
The Five Americans,
Sun Ra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Man Eating Sloth,
The J.B.'s,
Oblivians,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cluster,
Bobby Womack,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Dead C,
The Pop Group,
Saccharine Trust,
Godley & Creme,
Drexciya,
Stetsasonic,
Average White Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Prince Buster,
Glenn Branca,
Ponytail,
Idris Muhammad,
Lakeside,
Judy Mowatt,
Harry Pussy,
Joyce Sims,
Alison Limerick,
Jesper Dahlback,
Procol Harum,
Gang of Four,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nils Olav,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Arcadia,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Reed,
Technova,
The Angels of Light,
Kayak,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Count Five,
Easy Going,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun City Girls,
Wire,
Arab on Radar,
Ronan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.