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 Nigeria and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Juan Atkins to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Dave Gahan,
The Cure,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Radio Birdman,
Mandrill,
Moebius,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barrington Levy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sound Behaviour,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mission of Burma,
Tim Buckley,
Joe Finger,
Mars,
Liliput,
Alice Coltrane,
The Litter,
The Count Five,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The United States of America,
the Germs,
Nirvana,
Animal Collective,
Unwound,
The Cramps,
Gerry Rafferty,
Audionom,
Von Mondo,
Blake Baxter,
Isaac Hayes,
The Monks,
Icehouse,
Harmonia,
Trumans Water,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sandy B,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Bar-Kays,
Suburban Knight,
Nas,
Soulsonic Force,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fat Boys,
Talk Talk,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Amazonics,
Infiniti,
Chris & Cosey,
Wally Richardson,
Colin Newman,
Marine Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Letta Mbulu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deadbeat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.