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 Mexico and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Sun Ra to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Mary Jane Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
Mr. Review,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rosa Yemen,
Delta 5,
The Gories,
Quando Quango,
Wolf Eyes,
Los Fastidios,
Motorama,
Duran Duran,
OOIOO,
Mission of Burma,
Fela Kuti,
Brothers Johnson,
Lalo Schifrin,
10cc,
Scan 7,
Peter and Kerry,
Echospace,
Bobby Sherman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Andrew Hill,
The Slits,
Eric B and Rakim,
Popol Vuh,
China Crisis,
John Holt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grauzone,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Neu!,
Babytalk,
Janne Schatter,
Lindisfarne,
The Blues Magoos,
EPMD,
Fluxion,
Y Pants,
Newcleus,
Aaron Thompson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Basic Channel,
T.S.O.L.,
Model 500,
Reagan Youth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Funkadelic,
Little Man,
Donald Byrd,
Skriet,
Easy Going,
the Normal,
The Kinks,
Warren Ellis,
Symarip,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.