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 Tuvalu and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
Niagra,
In Retrospect,
Jeff Mills,
Joe Finger,
June of 44,
Bill Near,
cv313,
Outsiders,
Skaos,
Joyce Sims,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pet Shop Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Boredoms,
Negative Approach,
Swans,
Soft Cell,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Raincoats,
Echospace,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bad Manners,
Ituana,
Supertramp,
Maleditus Sound,
Au Pairs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Q and Not U,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Audionom,
Magma,
Quando Quango,
Jesper Dahlback,
Boz Scaggs,
Mo-Dettes,
The Trojans,
Unrelated Segments,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Durutti Column,
the Swans,
E-Dancer,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scientists,
Brand Nubian,
The Misunderstood,
Pantytec,
Hot Snakes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Technova,
Lungfish,
Agent Orange,
Lou Reed,
Excepter,
Scott Walker,
Circle Jerks,
Godley & Creme,
Television,
Joe Smooth,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.