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 Mozambique and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Offenders to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
This Heat,
Idris Muhammad,
Terry Callier,
Desert Stars,
Stetsasonic,
The Beau Brummels,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Janne Schatter,
Andrew Hill,
Cluster,
The Dave Clark Five,
Porter Ricks,
The Mojo Men,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
Joe Smooth,
The Associates,
Easy Going,
Gang Green,
Deadbeat,
Yusef Lateef,
The Motions,
Donald Byrd,
Dave Gahan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Popol Vuh,
The Monks,
Pylon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Suburban Knight,
Magazine,
Crash Course in Science,
The Count Five,
PIL,
Joey Negro,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Echospace,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pagans,
The Smiths,
Wasted Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Pop Group,
Los Fastidios,
Make Up,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grandmaster Flash,
Surgeon,
The Golliwogs,
Jeff Lynne,
Young Marble Giants,
Rakim,
Absolute Body Control,
Charles Mingus,
The Gap Band,
The Index,
Pere Ubu,
Sam Rivers,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.