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 Cape Verde and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Radiohead to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Khruangbin,
Brass Construction,
Maurizio,
Moby Grape,
Slave,
Colin Newman,
Lightning Bolt,
Sarah Menescal,
Motorama,
Crispian St. Peters,
Vainqueur,
Intrusion,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alton Ellis,
Josef K,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camouflage,
Con Funk Shun,
the Sonics,
Interpol,
Dawn Penn,
Essential Logic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eurythmics,
Carl Craig,
Crime,
kango's stein massive,
Soulsonic Force,
Albert Ayler,
Kerri Chandler,
Anthony Braxton,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Monolake,
Blake Baxter,
Stereo Dub,
The Pop Group,
The American Breed,
Tropical Tobacco,
Goldenarms,
Agent Orange,
Banda Bassotti,
Kayak,
The Wake,
June Days,
Ten City,
Ultravox,
Nils Olav,
Soft Cell,
DJ Sneak,
Malaria!,
Jandek,
Bauhaus,
The Standells,
The Blues Magoos,
The Count Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Beau Brummels,
Funkadelic,
Brothers Johnson,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.