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 Thailand and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 D'Angelo to the disco 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
The Dead C,
Technova,
Roger Hodgson,
The Residents,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Curtis Mayfield,
The New Christs,
Duran Duran,
Mary Jane Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Moody Blues,
Make Up,
Swell Maps,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
CMW,
JFA,
Q and Not U,
MC5,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Audionom,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roxy Music,
The Birthday Party,
Michelle Simonal,
Silicon Teens,
Liliput,
The Invisible,
Funkadelic,
Anakelly,
Lalann,
Oneida,
Chrome,
Nick Fraelich,
Excepter,
Scientists,
Scion,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Inner City,
Ituana,
Whodini,
The Flesh Eaters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Outsiders,
Eli Mardock,
Sex Pistols,
Fear,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Susan Cadogan,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric Dolphy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bang On A Can,
Don Cherry,
Matthew Bourne,
Wolf Eyes,
John Lydon,
David Axelrod,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.