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 Iraq and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kerrie Biddell to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Make Up,
Alton Ellis,
Kerri Chandler,
Zero Boys,
Ultra Naté,
The Vogues,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Quando Quango,
The Doobie Brothers,
Parry Music,
10cc,
Pere Ubu,
Wally Richardson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
PIL,
Section 25,
Bootsy Collins,
Joyce Sims,
Hot Snakes,
L. Decosne,
Lucky Dragons,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mark Hollis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
JFA,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Icehouse,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Slackers,
Cymande,
The Associates,
Scion,
Donny Hathaway,
Nirvana,
Thee Headcoats,
Gabor Szabo,
DJ Sneak,
Public Enemy,
Sight & Sound,
This Heat,
The Golliwogs,
Nico,
The Cure,
Public Image Ltd.,
Essential Logic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deepchord,
Masters at Work,
Henry Cow,
Pharoah Sanders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bang On A Can,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.