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 Germany and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 UT to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Todd Rundgren,
The Kinks,
Reagan Youth,
the Sonics,
Sällskapet,
Sam Rivers,
Yellowson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kevin Saunderson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pierre Henry,
T. Rex,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Y Pants,
Scion,
Man Parrish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Slits,
Alphaville,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Byron Stingily,
Ralphi Rosario,
Morten Harket,
Erasure,
Thompson Twins,
Groovy Waters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Zeros,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soul II Soul,
Warren Ellis,
Al Stewart,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Womack,
Moby Grape,
FM Einheit,
KRS-One,
Bill Near,
Barrington Levy,
Graham Central Station,
Los Fastidios,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Basic Channel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barry Ungar,
Idris Muhammad,
Crooked Eye,
Oneida,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sonic Youth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
DNA,
Moss Icon,
The Gladiators,
Soft Cell,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.