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 Kenya and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Technova to the punk 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew 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?
Chris Corsano,
The Blues Magoos,
John Holt,
Kerri Chandler,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kas Product,
Crooked Eye,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Unrelated Segments,
Arab on Radar,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mark Hollis,
H. Thieme,
Spoonie Gee,
Qualms,
Ponytail,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aaron Thompson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Drive Like Jehu,
Arcadia,
Donald Byrd,
Tubeway Army,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marcia Griffiths,
Quantec,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Sheep,
Bush Tetras,
Tom Boy,
48th St. Collective,
Laurel Aitken,
The Dirtbombs,
Intrusion,
Rufus Thomas,
Jandek,
Surgeon,
X-102,
Kenny Larkin,
Negative Approach,
Lucky Dragons,
Swans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Symarip,
The Fire Engines,
Moby Grape,
Reuben Wilson,
Sparks,
Malaria!,
Tomorrow,
Young Marble Giants,
Talk Talk,
Little Man,
Audionom,
Minutemen,
Essential Logic,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.