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 St Lucia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 U.S. Maple to the jazz 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack 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?
Moebius,
Nik Kershaw,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ten City,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Litter,
The Fall,
Danielle Patucci,
The Pretty Things,
Country Teasers,
David Bowie,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camouflage,
Wasted Youth,
the Germs,
The Beau Brummels,
Piero Umiliani,
Franke,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Young Rascals,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Saints,
The Red Krayola,
Technova,
DJ Sneak,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Sherman,
The Neon Judgement,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tropical Tobacco,
KRS-One,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The J.B.'s,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Christie,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Interpol,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Sonics,
Hasil Adkins,
Popol Vuh,
These Immortal Souls,
Chrome,
Barbara Tucker,
Davy DMX,
Kerri Chandler,
The Kinks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bush Tetras,
Bill Near,
Sixth Finger,
Jandek,
The Sound,
Charles Mingus,
This Heat,
Funky Four + One,
Mantronix,
Royal Trux,
ABC,
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.