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 Uzbekistan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord 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 Minny Pops to the disco 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
OOIOO,
Half Japanese,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Angels of Light,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Evens,
The Dave Clark Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Red Krayola,
Leonard Cohen,
Aaron Thompson,
Eurythmics,
Bad Manners,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Drexciya,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Oneida,
Interpol,
Fatback Band,
Soft Cell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Vladislav Delay,
Youth Brigade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Christie,
Nirvana,
Television,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Funky Four + One,
Minutemen,
Little Man,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cal Tjader,
48th St. Collective,
The Star Department,
The Leaves,
The Dead C,
Arab on Radar,
Kurtis Blow,
Althea and Donna,
Black Moon,
Radiohead,
Howard Jones,
Marcia Griffiths,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Blake Baxter,
David Bowie,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Moby Grape,
Reuben Wilson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Monks,
Faust,
Andrew Hill,
June Days,
Easy Going,
The Slits,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.