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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Skriet to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Adolescents,
The Index,
Sister Nancy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Davy DMX,
Wire,
Nick Fraelich,
Anthony Braxton,
Sarah Menescal,
Camouflage,
DJ Style,
Eden Ahbez,
The Slackers,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gong,
Cal Tjader,
Freddie Wadling,
David Bowie,
Barbara Tucker,
John Lydon,
Howard Jones,
Sun Ra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aswad,
Agent Orange,
JFA,
The Modern Lovers,
Dennis Brown,
The Music Machine,
The Knickerbockers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eric Dolphy,
Quantec,
The United States of America,
Fear,
Scientists,
the Slits,
Franke,
Barrington Levy,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gladiators,
Chris Corsano,
Josef K,
Dark Day,
The Saints,
Eve St. Jones,
Aloha Tigers,
Simply Red,
Marvin Gaye,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Silicon Teens,
Arcadia,
Mr. Review,
Agitation Free,
Eli Mardock,
Joe Smooth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Moby Grape,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.