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 Philippines and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 Glambeats Corp. to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stereo Dub,
The Beau Brummels,
The Monochrome Set,
Crime,
Ituana,
Wire,
Porter Ricks,
Hot Snakes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marc Almond,
Quando Quango,
Black Sheep,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Can,
Pagans,
The Cowsills,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aural Exciters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yazoo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Accadde A,
AZ,
Lungfish,
The Sonics,
John Cale,
Steve Hackett,
Symarip,
The Durutti Column,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gap Band,
K-Klass,
Deepchord,
Sexual Harrassment,
Man Parrish,
Rosa Yemen,
Pierre Henry,
The Dead C,
Technova,
Malaria!,
Saccharine Trust,
Das Ding,
Thee Headcoats,
Sällskapet,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Associates,
The Cramps,
Nils Olav,
Severed Heads,
Danielle Patucci,
Joy Division,
Sex Pistols,
The Techniques,
Juan Atkins,
Roy Ayers,
Nas,
Kenny Larkin,
Graham Central Station,
Trumans Water,
Intrusion,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.