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 Guinea and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ronnie Foster to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barry Ungar,
Surgeon,
The Durutti Column,
Kaleidoscope,
Matthew Bourne,
Clear Light,
Grauzone,
Avey Tare,
Swell Maps,
Tubeway Army,
Tommy Roe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Byron Stingily,
Stereo Dub,
Oblivians,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nik Kershaw,
The Move,
ABC,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Buckinghams,
The Fuzztones,
Matthew Halsall,
Graham Central Station,
Hot Snakes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Delta 5,
Brass Construction,
Q65,
The Remains,
The Vogues,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Index,
Eric Copeland,
The Five Americans,
Television,
Moss Icon,
Arthur Verocai,
Colin Newman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wings,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scion,
Das Ding,
Sixth Finger,
Marc Almond,
Josef K,
The Smiths,
Technova,
Laurel Aitken,
Talk Talk,
Section 25,
Dennis Brown,
Big Daddy Kane,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal 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.