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 Chile and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Depeche Mode to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Bootsy Collins,
Minor Threat,
Spoonie Gee,
kango's stein massive,
Index,
Chris Corsano,
Rotary Connection,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Bananas,
Underground Resistance,
The Remains,
Roger Hodgson,
Terry Callier,
the Sonics,
Harmonia,
Sam Rivers,
Hashim,
Arthur Verocai,
Suburban Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Barracudas,
Skarface,
Nick Fraelich,
Bill Wells,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wire,
The Gories,
Godley & Creme,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wasted Youth,
Vainqueur,
The Evens,
Babytalk,
The Toasters,
Robert Hood,
L. Decosne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Star Department,
China Crisis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lyres,
Joyce Sims,
The Moleskins,
Charles Mingus,
The Pretty Things,
T.S.O.L.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Unwound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ornette Coleman,
Harry Pussy,
Masters at Work,
Drexciya,
Kas Product,
Niagra,
Theoretical Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
Sight & Sound,
The Smoke,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.