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 Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 Aural Exciters to the grunge 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Harry Pussy,
Cecil Taylor,
Suburban Knight,
Gichy Dan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ohio Players,
Matthew Bourne,
Flash Fearless,
The Seeds,
Harmonia,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Flamin' Groovies,
David Axelrod,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
Organ,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fela Kuti,
Sight & Sound,
Moss Icon,
Model 500,
Terry Callier,
New Order,
Banda Bassotti,
Girls At Our Best!,
New York Dolls,
Newcleus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Techniques,
Gregory Isaacs,
Peter and Kerry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Michelle Simonal,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Quadrant,
Severed Heads,
Procol Harum,
Arcadia,
Barrington Levy,
Stiv Bators,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joe Finger,
Sister Nancy,
Bob Dylan,
Black Moon,
Delta 5,
Idris Muhammad,
Boz Scaggs,
Suicide,
T. Rex,
The Invisible,
Stetsasonic,
Gabor Szabo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nik Kershaw,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.