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 Suriname and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Siglo XX to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Pus,
Kaleidoscope,
Quantec,
Sun Ra,
Black Flag,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
H. Thieme,
Wolf Eyes,
Desert Stars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minutemen,
The Last Poets,
Pierre Henry,
The Angels of Light,
The Real Kids,
Anthony Braxton,
Funky Four + One,
The Pop Group,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scan 7,
The Moody Blues,
The Music Machine,
Stiv Bators,
Depeche Mode,
Sun City Girls,
The Dead C,
Cheater Slicks,
The Monks,
The New Christs,
Half Japanese,
Porter Ricks,
Danielle Patucci,
The Skatalites,
Reuben Wilson,
Lalann,
The Happenings,
Von Mondo,
Brick,
Avey Tare,
Robert Wyatt,
Skriet,
The Fuzztones,
Aaron Thompson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Isaac Hayes,
Zero Boys,
Hashim,
New Age Steppers,
Laurel Aitken,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric Dolphy,
Dave Gahan,
The Searchers,
Public Enemy,
Derrick Morgan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Steve Hackett,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mary Jane Girls,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.