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 Gambia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Wolf Eyes to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Crispy Ambulance,
Interpol,
Japan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rites of Spring,
Iggy Pop,
The Pretty Things,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Mummies,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pylon,
Robert Wyatt,
Theoretical Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Reuben Wilson,
Albert Ayler,
Basic Channel,
Fat Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Zeros,
Lakeside,
Terry Callier,
Joey Negro,
Flipper,
Amon Düül,
Robert Hood,
The Walker Brothers,
John Foxx,
Malaria!,
Sun Ra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric Copeland,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pantaleimon,
In Retrospect,
Whodini,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chrome,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Monks,
Nick Fraelich,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gladiators,
cv313,
New Order,
Susan Cadogan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Ludus,
Jandek,
Archie Shepp,
Wings,
Cymande,
Massinfluence,
Barry Ungar,
the Association,
Soul Sonic Force,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.