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 Philippines and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Lungfish,
Piero Umiliani,
Jeff Lynne,
Barry Ungar,
Byron Stingily,
U.S. Maple,
Nik Kershaw,
Television Personalities,
Barclay James Harvest,
Newcleus,
David Axelrod,
Carl Craig,
The Mojo Men,
Lucky Dragons,
Crooked Eye,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eden Ahbez,
The Last Poets,
Y Pants,
Anthony Braxton,
The Searchers,
Sandy B,
The Leaves,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Music Machine,
Black Bananas,
Kayak,
The J.B.'s,
Yusef Lateef,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hashim,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Womack,
Rapeman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Laurel Aitken,
Davy DMX,
Colin Newman,
Icehouse,
The Count Five,
The Star Department,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Sherman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bootsy Collins,
The Smoke,
Mr. Review,
the Germs,
Toni Rubio,
Babytalk,
The Monks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minny Pops,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Amon Düül II,
Gichy Dan,
Amazonics,
Yazoo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.