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 Benin and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mark Hollis to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Raincoats,
Glenn Branca,
Wire,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Trumans Water,
The Residents,
Pere Ubu,
Aloha Tigers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Zero Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Joe Finger,
Desert Stars,
Supertramp,
June of 44,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Invisible,
Inner City,
Deepchord,
Roxy Music,
Marshall Jefferson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Godley & Creme,
Todd Rundgren,
Barbara Tucker,
Marmalade,
Skriet,
the Association,
Aswad,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rakim,
Tommy Roe,
KRS-One,
Fluxion,
L. Decosne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Simply Red,
Khruangbin,
Blake Baxter,
Black Flag,
The Fire Engines,
The Beau Brummels,
Y Pants,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Country Teasers,
Icehouse,
Marvin Gaye,
Youth Brigade,
Hardrive,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Public Enemy,
DNA,
Grauzone,
Grandmaster Flash,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.