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 Cape Verde and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ 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 Eddi Front to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minutemen,
The Offenders,
Yusef Lateef,
Aaron Thompson,
Mark Hollis,
Pierre Henry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Juan Atkins,
Q and Not U,
Reagan Youth,
Boz Scaggs,
The Dead C,
The Standells,
Johnny Osbourne,
Donald Byrd,
Joyce Sims,
Infiniti,
Piero Umiliani,
Bronski Beat,
Eric Dolphy,
The Mojo Men,
Rekid,
Soft Machine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nick Fraelich,
The Last Poets,
Cybotron,
Ludus,
Graham Central Station,
Negative Approach,
Mo-Dettes,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Moon,
Tom Boy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Slackers,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Byrd,
Scientists,
John Lydon,
The Divine Comedy,
Sixth Finger,
Bad Manners,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bluetip,
Hot Snakes,
Mr. Review,
June of 44,
Faraquet,
Kaleidoscope,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
These Immortal Souls,
The Neon Judgement,
Ossler,
8 Eyed Spy,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gap Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
New York Dolls,
Marine Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.