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 Ireland and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Nation of Ulysses to the jazz 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
James White and The Blacks,
The Pretty Things,
Hasil Adkins,
Nils Olav,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crispian St. Peters,
Unrelated Segments,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Flag,
Albert Ayler,
The J.B.'s,
Nick Fraelich,
Ice-T,
Franke,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Names,
Mr. Review,
Bootsy Collins,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Happenings,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Flipper,
Rites of Spring,
Rod Modell,
Scion,
The Doobie Brothers,
ABBA,
Hot Snakes,
Terry Callier,
10cc,
H. Thieme,
Yaz,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Coltrane,
Moebius,
Scratch Acid,
Althea and Donna,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Delta 5,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Robert Hood,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jandek,
Mission of Burma,
Can,
Glenn Branca,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Shoche,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Matthew Halsall,
Oneida,
New York Dolls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Neil Young,
Lungfish,
Arab on Radar,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.