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 Greece and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Motorama to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Television,
Eric Dolphy,
Pierre Henry,
Banda Bassotti,
June of 44,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Index,
The Cramps,
Bill Wells,
Barry Ungar,
Ultra Naté,
Maleditus Sound,
Davy DMX,
Barbara Tucker,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Motions,
AZ,
Morten Harket,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Pus,
Inner City,
Aswad,
Man Eating Sloth,
Au Pairs,
Ponytail,
Leonard Cohen,
Erykah Badu,
T.S.O.L.,
The Electric Prunes,
Q and Not U,
Skriet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crash Course in Science,
Yaz,
Drexciya,
MDC,
Pantaleimon,
Accadde A,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Derrick May,
Black Flag,
Rites of Spring,
Zero Boys,
Jawbox,
Lakeside,
Sam Rivers,
The Trojans,
Q65,
Jandek,
Johnny Clarke,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Clear Light,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
New Order,
Hasil Adkins,
The Martian,
John Lydon,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.