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 Benin and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ponytail to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
B.T. Express,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-Ray Spex,
Janne Schatter,
Sonic Youth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harry Pussy,
June of 44,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
PIL,
Moby Grape,
Archie Shepp,
Mandrill,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fire Engines,
Tommy Roe,
The Cowsills,
Black Moon,
F. McDonald,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Massinfluence,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crispian St. Peters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Royal Trux,
Minutemen,
Flash Fearless,
Joy Division,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neu!,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Johnny Clarke,
Deepchord,
The Monks,
Joensuu 1685,
Max Romeo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jerry's Kids,
Gong,
Fort Wilson Riot,
T.S.O.L.,
Electric Prunes,
Yellowson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Pretty Things,
Gang of Four,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Misunderstood,
Robert Hood,
Bang On A Can,
Model 500,
The Moody Blues,
Masters at Work,
Tim Buckley,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scrapy,
Au Pairs,
The Monochrome Set,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.