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 Gambia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Sound Behaviour to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Bar-Kays,
Wolf Eyes,
Gong,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Radiohead,
The Moody Blues,
Bill Near,
DNA,
Barbara Tucker,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bush Tetras,
A Certain Ratio,
Crooked Eye,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Womack,
Dennis Brown,
The Zeros,
Fear,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Anakelly,
The Knickerbockers,
Marine Girls,
The New Christs,
Symarip,
Peter and Kerry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Sonics,
Model 500,
The Searchers,
K-Klass,
Saccharine Trust,
The Dead C,
Donald Byrd,
Judy Mowatt,
Adolescents,
The Index,
Thompson Twins,
June of 44,
Panda Bear,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Residents,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Electric Prunes,
The Sound,
Supertramp,
The Slits,
Scan 7,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ten City,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flipper,
Gang Starr,
The Skatalites,
Surgeon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Robert Hood,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.