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 Luxembourg and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Isaac Hayes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Severed Heads,
Roy Ayers,
The Neon Judgement,
Wally Richardson,
Quantec,
Todd Terry,
Scratch Acid,
Wings,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bill Near,
Ossler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
E-Dancer,
Negative Approach,
Cymande,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Man Parrish,
Eurythmics,
Alphaville,
Anakelly,
Minnie Riperton,
Icehouse,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Suicide,
The J.B.'s,
Ludus,
Jandek,
Joy Division,
Gichy Dan,
Wire,
Arcadia,
Albert Ayler,
Qualms,
Ken Boothe,
Marcia Griffiths,
UT,
The Human League,
The Cramps,
Lightning Bolt,
Nils Olav,
Rufus Thomas,
Radio Birdman,
The Beau Brummels,
Nik Kershaw,
Tubeway Army,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alice Coltrane,
The Durutti Column,
The Red Krayola,
Leonard Cohen,
Whodini,
One Last Wish,
Fluxion,
Japan,
the Slits,
Sällskapet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pylon,
Mo-Dettes,
the Association,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.