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 Czech Republic and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Magazine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Symarip,
Scott Walker,
Eric Dolphy,
Mad Mike,
The Trojans,
World's Most,
Kurtis Blow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brass Construction,
Duran Duran,
Alison Limerick,
Roger Hodgson,
Au Pairs,
Kaleidoscope,
Janne Schatter,
Avey Tare,
The Moleskins,
Idris Muhammad,
Camouflage,
Roy Ayers,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Standells,
Marshall Jefferson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Skaos,
DJ Style,
Clear Light,
In Retrospect,
Technova,
Don Cherry,
Robert Görl,
Visage,
Wasted Youth,
Half Japanese,
Skriet,
Q65,
cv313,
Camberwell Now,
Unwound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fluxion,
Siglo XX,
Yazoo,
Darondo,
Banda Bassotti,
Peter and Kerry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Loose Ends,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dead C,
John Lydon,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Pus,
The Pretty Things,
Grauzone,
Ronan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.