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 Colombia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Gerry Rafferty to the dance 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Ornette Coleman,
Grauzone,
Drive Like Jehu,
Zero Boys,
The Doors,
Jawbox,
Gang Starr,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New Age Steppers,
Black Flag,
The Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pharoah Sanders,
Suburban Knight,
Josef K,
Brass Construction,
Surgeon,
Nik Kershaw,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Foxx,
Whodini,
Panda Bear,
Gastr Del Sol,
Toni Rubio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tears for Fears,
The Litter,
The Seeds,
Dark Day,
Scientists,
Interpol,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Buzzcocks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tres Demented,
Q and Not U,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bob Dylan,
Fela Kuti,
The American Breed,
Scan 7,
E-Dancer,
PIL,
Rod Modell,
Infiniti,
Urselle,
Thee Headcoats,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Albert Ayler,
the Swans,
Sandy B,
The Moleskins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Chrome,
Letta Mbulu,
Jandek,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Arthur Verocai,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.