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 Portugal and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Knickerbockers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Maurizio,
Soulsonic Force,
Marc Almond,
Oblivians,
the Human League,
Fat Boys,
Swell Maps,
The Wake,
Deepchord,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Motorama,
Charles Mingus,
Sarah Menescal,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fatback Band,
Reagan Youth,
Brothers Johnson,
ABC,
Wings,
Half Japanese,
The American Breed,
The Fire Engines,
the Association,
Blancmange,
Idris Muhammad,
Dual Sessions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cal Tjader,
Wire,
Lou Reed,
Cecil Taylor,
Bootsy Collins,
Quadrant,
Yellowson,
Todd Terry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Audionom,
Young Marble Giants,
Scratch Acid,
The Residents,
Outsiders,
The Moleskins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Josef K,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sandy B,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Loose Ends,
U.S. Maple,
Magazine,
Au Pairs,
Leonard Cohen,
Jawbox,
Gabor Szabo,
X-101,
The Victims,
Deakin,
David Bowie,
Ultimate Spinach,
The New Christs,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.