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 Sierra Leone and from Houston.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes 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 Au Pairs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Starr,
Little Man,
Maurizio,
Trumans Water,
Jeff Lynne,
Roger Hodgson,
The Sound,
Bill Near,
The Durutti Column,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marshall Jefferson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nico,
Bootsy Collins,
The Birthday Party,
The Buckinghams,
Joy Division,
Derrick May,
Con Funk Shun,
Hashim,
Sight & Sound,
The Invisible,
Goldenarms,
Nick Fraelich,
Swell Maps,
John Foxx,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Flesh Eaters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Monks,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Sherman,
Ornette Coleman,
ABC,
Derrick Morgan,
Stiv Bators,
The Knickerbockers,
Pantaleimon,
Godley & Creme,
Mantronix,
The Electric Prunes,
Fela Kuti,
The Monochrome Set,
Saccharine Trust,
The Seeds,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sonny Sharrock,
Animal Collective,
Interpol,
Alison Limerick,
Crime,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cluster,
Flash Fearless,
Loose Ends,
Mandrill,
cv313,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.