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 Tonga and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Curtis Mayfield to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ohio Players,
Technova,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Swans,
cv313,
Agitation Free,
Von Mondo,
Al Stewart,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yazoo,
The Vogues,
Panda Bear,
Roxy Music,
Funky Four + One,
Mission of Burma,
David Axelrod,
Dawn Penn,
T.S.O.L.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Loose Ends,
Dennis Brown,
Pussy Galore,
The Music Machine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Carl Craig,
Los Fastidios,
Make Up,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gladiators,
The J.B.'s,
Sixth Finger,
Arthur Verocai,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Maleditus Sound,
Cameo,
Ultra Naté,
Amon Düül II,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Coltrane,
Nick Fraelich,
The Pretty Things,
Graham Central Station,
Funkadelic,
Reagan Youth,
Livin' Joy,
Model 500,
Crispian St. Peters,
Don Cherry,
Cluster,
48th St. Collective,
Eve St. Jones,
Sister Nancy,
The Blues Magoos,
Jerry's Kids,
The Mojo Men,
Nico,
Goldenarms,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.