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 Taiwan and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 D'Angelo to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Rosa Yemen,
Dennis Brown,
Marc Almond,
Q65,
Dawn Penn,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lyres,
a-ha,
Piero Umiliani,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nico,
X-Ray Spex,
Drexciya,
Animal Collective,
Lalann,
Chris Corsano,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultra Naté,
Agent Orange,
Icehouse,
Gang Green,
Marvin Gaye,
Faraquet,
The Star Department,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Saints,
The Vogues,
Scratch Acid,
Derrick May,
Arcadia,
Brass Construction,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gories,
Joe Smooth,
Rakim,
Clear Light,
The Slits,
Adolescents,
B.T. Express,
Sandy B,
Main Source,
The Stooges,
China Crisis,
Maleditus Sound,
Joyce Sims,
Malaria!,
Scan 7,
The Fuzztones,
Cymande,
Audionom,
The Smoke,
cv313,
Terry Callier,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Misunderstood,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stereo Dub,
Outsiders,
The J.B.'s,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.