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 Ukraine and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Robert Görl to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
R.M.O.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nils Olav,
Eric Dolphy,
China Crisis,
kango's stein massive,
The Fire Engines,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grandmaster Flash,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Glenn Branca,
John Coltrane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
David Bowie,
Mo-Dettes,
The Kinks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rod Modell,
Terry Callier,
Basic Channel,
Kayak,
Cybotron,
Metal Thangz,
Colin Newman,
Ornette Coleman,
Erasure,
Porter Ricks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Negative Approach,
The Evens,
Eddi Front,
Jacques Brel,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fugs,
Agitation Free,
DJ Style,
Unwound,
Minnie Riperton,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tom Boy,
Deepchord,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gong,
Nirvana,
Arthur Verocai,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lungfish,
The Invisible,
Susan Cadogan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Pretty Things,
Pantytec,
Hoover,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Niagra,
Lalann,
The Modern Lovers,
Schoolly D,
Fatback Band,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.