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 Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dorothy Ashby to the jazz 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
a-ha,
Swell Maps,
Intrusion,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DJ Sneak,
Bauhaus,
Funky Four + One,
Blake Baxter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brass Construction,
Jandek,
Amazonics,
ABC,
Agitation Free,
Dennis Brown,
Brand Nubian,
The Star Department,
The Misunderstood,
Bang On A Can,
U.S. Maple,
Todd Rundgren,
The Selecter,
Public Enemy,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Real Kids,
Banda Bassotti,
OOIOO,
Roger Hodgson,
the Human League,
Icehouse,
Niagra,
Chris Corsano,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Reed,
Sun City Girls,
Andrew Hill,
Skaos,
Guru Guru,
Tommy Roe,
Jimmy McGriff,
Motorama,
Archie Shepp,
Yellowson,
Lyres,
Brothers Johnson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stereo Dub,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Byrd,
Porter Ricks,
Lucky Dragons,
Popol Vuh,
Clear Light,
Boogie Down Productions,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mo-Dettes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Gang Dance,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.