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 Maldives and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Eden Ahbez,
Nas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Neil Young,
Yaz,
Guru Guru,
Deakin,
Colin Newman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Agent Orange,
Theoretical Girls,
Deadbeat,
The Happenings,
Derrick May,
the Germs,
Scrapy,
the Bar-Kays,
Sunsets and Hearts,
DJ Style,
Radio Birdman,
Yazoo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cameo,
The Blackbyrds,
Quantec,
Wally Richardson,
Cheater Slicks,
Smog,
Judy Mowatt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DNA,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Prince Buster,
Dead Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
Minor Threat,
Byron Stingily,
Bizarre Inc.,
Warsaw,
Trumans Water,
John Cale,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ossler,
The Electric Prunes,
Roxy Music,
The Zeros,
Max Romeo,
H. Thieme,
Rotary Connection,
Albert Ayler,
Flash Fearless,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Flag,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Knickerbockers,
Make Up,
Oblivians,
Sparks,
These Immortal Souls,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.