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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Kool Moe Dee to the disco 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Sällskapet,
Cluster,
Sugar Minott,
Fela Kuti,
Pagans,
Pantytec,
Scion,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Peter & Gordon,
Darondo,
Youth Brigade,
Duran Duran,
Man Eating Sloth,
Heaven 17,
The Fire Engines,
The Golliwogs,
These Immortal Souls,
Au Pairs,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang of Four,
Yazoo,
Monks,
Brass Construction,
Soft Cell,
Idris Muhammad,
Das Ding,
Mark Hollis,
The Skatalites,
Pierre Henry,
Pole,
Roxy Music,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lyres,
Yaz,
Hot Snakes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cal Tjader,
AZ,
Blake Baxter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Blancmange,
The New Christs,
Ludus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eddi Front,
The Knickerbockers,
Joe Finger,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barry Ungar,
The Names,
Severed Heads,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roxette,
Skarface,
The Beau Brummels,
Agent Orange,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vladislav Delay,
The Real Kids,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.