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 Swaziland and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ossler,
ABC,
Tres Demented,
Suicide,
Nation of Ulysses,
Robert Wyatt,
The Knickerbockers,
Ice-T,
Absolute Body Control,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cheater Slicks,
Ituana,
Byron Stingily,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nick Fraelich,
Man Parrish,
the Swans,
Brick,
The Star Department,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Symarip,
JFA,
Sugar Minott,
Motorama,
New Age Steppers,
Yaz,
World's Most,
The Misunderstood,
Vainqueur,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Matthew Bourne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marine Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
June of 44,
Sam Rivers,
Marmalade,
UT,
Soulsonic Force,
the Association,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Moby Grape,
X-Ray Spex,
Lucky Dragons,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stereo Dub,
Agent Orange,
Deadbeat,
Janne Schatter,
Skaos,
Roxy Music,
Joensuu 1685,
Zapp,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Don Cherry,
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.