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 Guinea and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Black Flag,
Little Man,
Livin' Joy,
Archie Shepp,
The Black Dice,
Sound Behaviour,
Easy Going,
The Smoke,
Lebanon Hanover,
UT,
Warsaw,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pet Shop Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Neu!,
Gang of Four,
The Seeds,
Absolute Body Control,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fat Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Intrusion,
Ice-T,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Anthony Braxton,
Blake Baxter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Shoche,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fire Engines,
B.T. Express,
Piero Umiliani,
The Young Rascals,
Eve St. Jones,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scratch Acid,
R.M.O.,
Moebius,
Harmonia,
Mission of Burma,
Dennis Brown,
Average White Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Al Stewart,
The Music Machine,
The Fuzztones,
Pylon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pantaleimon,
Rufus Thomas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Section 25,
David McCallum,
Bootsy Collins,
The Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
Hoover,
Reagan Youth,
Das Ding,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.