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 Bolivia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the rap 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cowsills,
Infiniti,
Pagans,
Monolake,
Pole,
Bill Wells,
Scion,
Pantytec,
Heaven 17,
Arab on Radar,
Amon Düül II,
Metal Thangz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cluster,
The Leaves,
The Durutti Column,
Organ,
Royal Trux,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jacob Miller,
Echospace,
Jeff Mills,
Fear,
Minny Pops,
Gong,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kaleidoscope,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
T. Rex,
Robert Görl,
Camouflage,
Suicide,
Outsiders,
Liliput,
Dorothy Ashby,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gap Band,
Gang Starr,
Khruangbin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Flipper,
Spoonie Gee,
Popol Vuh,
The Smoke,
Nick Fraelich,
Maurizio,
Anakelly,
Silicon Teens,
Qualms,
MDC,
Nirvana,
Absolute Body Control,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Albert Ayler,
The Grass Roots,
The Misunderstood,
D'Angelo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.