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 Slovakia and from Delhi.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Neil Young to the dance 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Organ,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Television,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gabor Szabo,
Max Romeo,
Loose Ends,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fire Engines,
Visage,
The Pretty Things,
MC5,
Lakeside,
Black Bananas,
The Golliwogs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sun City Girls,
Massinfluence,
Alphaville,
Los Fastidios,
The Standells,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Music Machine,
Depeche Mode,
Audionom,
Talk Talk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bronski Beat,
Amon Düül II,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Silicon Teens,
World's Most,
Fluxion,
Deakin,
The Litter,
Thompson Twins,
Mark Hollis,
48th St. Collective,
Flamin' Groovies,
Urselle,
Pierre Henry,
Deepchord,
Bobby Womack,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fugazi,
Joe Smooth,
Mandrill,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crooked Eye,
Rotary Connection,
Eden Ahbez,
Hashim,
The Searchers,
OOIOO,
Althea and Donna,
Matthew Halsall,
The Walker Brothers,
Eurythmics,
a-ha,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.