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 Costa Rica and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Terrestrial Tones to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Lower 48,
Blancmange,
The Count Five,
Joensuu 1685,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sam Rivers,
Scan 7,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crash Course in Science,
Grandmaster Flash,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Music Machine,
Zero Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Bluetip,
The Stooges,
Godley & Creme,
The Fugs,
CMW,
Absolute Body Control,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Slits,
Quando Quango,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Terry Callier,
the Association,
Minutemen,
Gichy Dan,
Aural Exciters,
Gang Green,
Loose Ends,
Danielle Patucci,
These Immortal Souls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Japan,
The Modern Lovers,
Second Layer,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Average White Band,
The Fuzztones,
Albert Ayler,
The Selecter,
Accadde A,
Ohio Players,
Leonard Cohen,
Fela Kuti,
DNA,
Cybotron,
Agitation Free,
Duran Duran,
Dark Day,
Basic Channel,
Magazine,
ABBA,
Juan Atkins,
Lindisfarne,
Boredoms,
The Residents,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
X-101,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.