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 Tajikistan and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
UT,
Toni Rubio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cal Tjader,
Fat Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Morten Harket,
The Smoke,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Techniques,
Gichy Dan,
H. Thieme,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bronski Beat,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lakeside,
Tom Boy,
Soft Machine,
Albert Ayler,
David Bowie,
Jacob Miller,
Neil Young,
Howard Jones,
Ohio Players,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Procol Harum,
The Zeros,
Arab on Radar,
Sällskapet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Reed,
Negative Approach,
Pierre Henry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Massinfluence,
The Happenings,
Johnny Clarke,
a-ha,
Eddi Front,
The Beau Brummels,
The Red Krayola,
Metal Thangz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Magma,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Black Dice,
R.M.O.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Loose Ends,
Sixth Finger,
Rod Modell,
Nation of Ulysses,
June Days,
Eric Copeland,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Smiths,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Searchers,
Alice Coltrane,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.