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 Syria and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Dual Sessions,
Urselle,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ken Boothe,
The Divine Comedy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Au Pairs,
Fela Kuti,
Joyce Sims,
Nirvana,
Man Parrish,
Moss Icon,
Audionom,
JFA,
ABC,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lightning Bolt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Babytalk,
Second Layer,
Eli Mardock,
the Human League,
Stetsasonic,
The Monks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tubeway Army,
Glambeats Corp.,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Letta Mbulu,
These Immortal Souls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Toni Rubio,
The Fortunes,
Tres Demented,
The Index,
the Association,
Gang Starr,
Technova,
Tommy Roe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Peter & Gordon,
Inner City,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Monolake,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kenny Larkin,
New Order,
Charles Mingus,
Robert Wyatt,
Reuben Wilson,
Blake Baxter,
Rotary Connection,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Severed Heads,
Stockholm Monsters,
Derrick May,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eric Dolphy,
Buzzcocks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.