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 Portugal and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Faust to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Lou Reed,
DNA,
David McCallum,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
PIL,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gories,
Man Parrish,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Khruangbin,
Glenn Branca,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Matthew Halsall,
The Trojans,
Japan,
MDC,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
New York Dolls,
Smog,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hot Snakes,
Television Personalities,
Anthony Braxton,
Marvin Gaye,
The Busters,
Johnny Osbourne,
OOIOO,
Crash Course in Science,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Niagra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
T.S.O.L.,
Donny Hathaway,
Simply Red,
The Gap Band,
Zapp,
Icehouse,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joy Division,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
The Doors,
Rakim,
The Techniques,
The Star Department,
Shoche,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Zeros,
Pierre Henry,
The Remains,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.