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 Tajikistan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Hoover,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Agent Orange,
JFA,
Sixth Finger,
The Wake,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Funkadelic,
Arthur Verocai,
Sarah Menescal,
Mantronix,
Franke,
Pantytec,
Infiniti,
Average White Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ken Boothe,
Juan Atkins,
The Residents,
Sandy B,
OOIOO,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Excepter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jeff Lynne,
The Grass Roots,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nik Kershaw,
Gregory Isaacs,
Michelle Simonal,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Doors,
Slave,
Flipper,
Nick Fraelich,
Animal Collective,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Leaves,
The Divine Comedy,
Goldenarms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Clear Light,
The Misunderstood,
This Heat,
Bad Manners,
Jeff Mills,
Supertramp,
Bluetip,
Groovy Waters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Andrew Hill,
David Axelrod,
PIL,
Essential Logic,
Eden Ahbez,
Todd Terry,
Junior Murvin,
Mad Mike,
Man Parrish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dave Gahan,
Mandrill,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.