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 Eritrea and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Roxy Music to the grime 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Lalo Schifrin,
In Retrospect,
Circle Jerks,
Marine Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
Arab on Radar,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Japan,
Quantec,
The Kinks,
Minor Threat,
John Lydon,
The Tremeloes,
Scott Walker,
Moss Icon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Clear Light,
Reagan Youth,
Shoche,
New Age Steppers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wally Richardson,
Radiohead,
Los Fastidios,
Parry Music,
Brass Construction,
Funky Four + One,
Rufus Thomas,
Brick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Victims,
Barclay James Harvest,
Harry Pussy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tears for Fears,
Monks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yusef Lateef,
The Dirtbombs,
Khruangbin,
Sound Behaviour,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Iggy Pop,
Sugar Minott,
X-102,
Aaron Thompson,
Babytalk,
The Moleskins,
Joey Negro,
The Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Reed,
Black Moon,
Sun Ra,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Byrd,
New York Dolls,
The Remains,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.