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 Tajikistan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 Sonny Sharrock to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
The Wake,
Josef K,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cure,
Cameo,
Throbbing Gristle,
David Axelrod,
Sister Nancy,
Andrew Hill,
Ohio Players,
Outsiders,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cybotron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Bananas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kenny Larkin,
Slave,
Cluster,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roxette,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Heaven 17,
Vladislav Delay,
Q and Not U,
Iggy Pop,
Charles Mingus,
This Heat,
Bobby Byrd,
Jacques Brel,
Boz Scaggs,
Rapeman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Offenders,
CMW,
One Last Wish,
The Stooges,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
June of 44,
Intrusion,
The Blues Magoos,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
Peter & Gordon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Television,
The Neon Judgement,
Basic Channel,
Marc Almond,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barrington Levy,
JFA,
Depeche Mode,
The Skatalites,
Joyce Sims,
Ten City,
John Coltrane,
Unrelated Segments,
Das Ding,
The Dead C,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.