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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Graham Central Station to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Darondo,
Eve St. Jones,
Kayak,
a-ha,
DNA,
Motorama,
Angry Samoans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eli Mardock,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Magazine,
The Fugs,
The Mummies,
The Young Rascals,
Dawn Penn,
Todd Rundgren,
Fad Gadget,
Franke,
the Swans,
Mantronix,
The Modern Lovers,
David Bowie,
The Names,
The American Breed,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lakeside,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Anakelly,
Dark Day,
Eddi Front,
Make Up,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Popol Vuh,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eric Dolphy,
Ituana,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Last Poets,
Connie Case,
Buzzcocks,
The Smoke,
Flash Fearless,
The Walker Brothers,
John Cale,
Lower 48,
Tropical Tobacco,
Public Image Ltd.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Max Romeo,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fortunes,
Icehouse,
Bobby Byrd,
Absolute Body Control,
Animal Collective,
Livin' Joy,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.