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 Saudi Arabia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Pretty Things to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Animal Collective,
Ice-T,
Steve Hackett,
Althea and Donna,
New York Dolls,
Roxy Music,
Yusef Lateef,
Essential Logic,
EPMD,
Kaleidoscope,
The Moleskins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Sheep,
Unwound,
Outsiders,
Thompson Twins,
Infiniti,
The Invisible,
Quadrant,
Lindisfarne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dawn Penn,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
B.T. Express,
the Slits,
Minnie Riperton,
Babytalk,
Nils Olav,
Television Personalities,
Neil Young,
Joyce Sims,
Young Marble Giants,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pylon,
Pole,
The Angels of Light,
The Motions,
Main Source,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Erykah Badu,
Deadbeat,
Fear,
Grey Daturas,
Wings,
Kayak,
Delta 5,
Gil Scott Heron,
Porter Ricks,
Soul II Soul,
Circle Jerks,
La Düsseldorf,
Faust,
Brand Nubian,
Matthew Halsall,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Godley & Creme,
Visage,
Tres Demented,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.