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 Burkina and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Reuben Wilson to the funk 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Albert Ayler,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Max Romeo,
Arab on Radar,
Royal Trux,
Lou Reed,
Parry Music,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tom Boy,
10cc,
Warren Ellis,
X-102,
Henry Cow,
The Residents,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tears for Fears,
D'Angelo,
Skaos,
Animal Collective,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Dead C,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Clear Light,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sparks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Q and Not U,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Technova,
Derrick May,
Sexual Harrassment,
Interpol,
Q65,
Swell Maps,
Silicon Teens,
Monks,
Roxette,
OOIOO,
Dawn Penn,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Donald Byrd,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sällskapet,
Symarip,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sister Nancy,
The Five Americans,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gun Club,
David Axelrod,
The Slackers,
Procol Harum,
Mad Mike,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dead Boys,
The Seeds,
Adolescents,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
June Days,
Barry Ungar,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.