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 Norway 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Fania All-Stars to the dance 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Reagan Youth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Animal Collective,
Throbbing Gristle,
10cc,
Bill Near,
Circle Jerks,
Sparks,
Half Japanese,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stiv Bators,
Aloha Tigers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Banda Bassotti,
The Mummies,
Dennis Brown,
The Durutti Column,
Letta Mbulu,
Model 500,
Swell Maps,
The Evens,
Deepchord,
The Birthday Party,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Parry Music,
Bobby Womack,
Gong,
Scrapy,
Lungfish,
Chris Corsano,
The Black Dice,
Neu!,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Trumans Water,
Dave Gahan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Erasure,
The Searchers,
Khruangbin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Intrusion,
Sun City Girls,
FM Einheit,
Unrelated Segments,
Pulsallama,
Derrick May,
The Trojans,
Wasted Youth,
Monolake,
The Fortunes,
New Age Steppers,
Newcleus,
Symarip,
Anakelly,
Lou Reed,
Prince Buster,
Radiohead,
The Velvet Underground,
John Foxx,
The Walker Brothers,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.