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 Mauritius and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba 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 Jeff Lynne to the dance 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
A Certain Ratio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Don Cherry,
Sun City Girls,
Mantronix,
Fluxion,
Lower 48,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Minnie Riperton,
The Mojo Men,
Rekid,
David Bowie,
the Germs,
Bob Dylan,
Warren Ellis,
Scion,
Mad Mike,
Panda Bear,
Dawn Penn,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Connie Case,
Barbara Tucker,
The Doobie Brothers,
Intrusion,
Index,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
In Retrospect,
OOIOO,
Tim Buckley,
Sonny Sharrock,
K-Klass,
Wolf Eyes,
Easy Going,
Slave,
E-Dancer,
Section 25,
Todd Rundgren,
Sun Ra,
Vainqueur,
The Velvet Underground,
Hoover,
Blake Baxter,
Heaven 17,
Arcadia,
Agent Orange,
The Alarm Clocks,
Reagan Youth,
Delta 5,
The Moody Blues,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Matthew Halsall,
Cheater Slicks,
Scan 7,
Danielle Patucci,
John Foxx,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.