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 Djibouti and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
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 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 Robert Palmer 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 Icehouse to the jazz 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Aaron Thompson,
Procol Harum,
Fugazi,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Zero Boys,
John Coltrane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rotary Connection,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Happenings,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Babytalk,
X-Ray Spex,
Glambeats Corp.,
Avey Tare,
The Remains,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Birthday Party,
Hasil Adkins,
the Slits,
Goldenarms,
Trumans Water,
Sugar Minott,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ralphi Rosario,
Quantec,
The Associates,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Guru Guru,
the Swans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Searchers,
Moss Icon,
Ituana,
Curtis Mayfield,
Little Man,
Boz Scaggs,
Wally Richardson,
Scion,
The Smiths,
Siglo XX,
LL Cool J,
Youth Brigade,
Main Source,
Rufus Thomas,
Vladislav Delay,
The Real Kids,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Litter,
Lungfish,
Rakim,
Section 25,
The Alarm Clocks,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Golliwogs,
Simply Red,
the Human League,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.