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 India and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Al Stewart to the punk 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Albert Ayler,
Man Parrish,
Mantronix,
The Beau Brummels,
Scientists,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Q and Not U,
Delta 5,
Monks,
The Monks,
Eurythmics,
Jacob Miller,
Glenn Branca,
D'Angelo,
Supertramp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
AZ,
Nas,
Tomorrow,
Visage,
The Moleskins,
F. McDonald,
Wire,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Danielle Patucci,
Stetsasonic,
Con Funk Shun,
Ponytail,
Scion,
Brand Nubian,
Soft Cell,
Isaac Hayes,
Royal Trux,
The Last Poets,
Ice-T,
Quando Quango,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soft Machine,
Mad Mike,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Smog,
Roxy Music,
Ituana,
Joe Finger,
Skriet,
Hardrive,
This Heat,
Sugar Minott,
The Names,
Alice Coltrane,
Ossler,
Vainqueur,
Matthew Halsall,
The J.B.'s,
The Birthday Party,
Funky Four + One,
Rhythm & Sound,
Max Romeo,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.