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 Colombia 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Massinfluence to the punk 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Colin Newman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Con Funk Shun,
Oblivians,
Erasure,
The Birthday Party,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mantronix,
Bush Tetras,
Cheater Slicks,
The Smiths,
The Fuzztones,
Derrick May,
Pantytec,
Whodini,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brothers Johnson,
Lower 48,
Los Fastidios,
Bluetip,
The Knickerbockers,
Alison Limerick,
These Immortal Souls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Severed Heads,
Circle Jerks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Robert Görl,
Pussy Galore,
Roxette,
Maleditus Sound,
Essential Logic,
Ken Boothe,
The Evens,
The Red Krayola,
Piero Umiliani,
DJ Sneak,
Lyres,
Agitation Free,
Quadrant,
a-ha,
Yusef Lateef,
Camberwell Now,
The Star Department,
Lungfish,
Delta 5,
Juan Atkins,
The Dirtbombs,
Hardrive,
Boz Scaggs,
Motorama,
Rakim,
Soul II Soul,
The Flesh Eaters,
UT,
Echospace,
Roy Ayers,
Index,
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.