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 Uganda and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar 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 Interpol to the grunge 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Tres Demented,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eric Dolphy,
Joy Division,
Main Source,
Fugazi,
Panda Bear,
Masters at Work,
Negative Approach,
Eddi Front,
The Real Kids,
Brand Nubian,
Fela Kuti,
The Young Rascals,
X-102,
Ossler,
Thompson Twins,
the Association,
Deadbeat,
The Doors,
Alton Ellis,
Gong,
James Chance & The Contortions,
JFA,
cv313,
Funkadelic,
Spoonie Gee,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Monks,
The Smoke,
Arab on Radar,
Pagans,
Black Pus,
B.T. Express,
Von Mondo,
Derrick May,
The Blues Magoos,
Carl Craig,
Bronski Beat,
Jacques Brel,
Siglo XX,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Swans,
Boz Scaggs,
Stiv Bators,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ituana,
Rapeman,
Soul II Soul,
Wings,
Mo-Dettes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Cale,
Circle Jerks,
Nick Fraelich,
Jeru the Damaja,
David Bowie,
Tears for Fears,
Ponytail,
One Last Wish,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.