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 Gambia and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the electroclash 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Section 25,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Reed,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Make Up,
the Fania All-Stars,
48th St. Collective,
Skriet,
Faust,
These Immortal Souls,
The Happenings,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cowsills,
Inner City,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hoover,
Yaz,
Liliput,
Guru Guru,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grauzone,
Isaac Hayes,
Slave,
Adolescents,
Nik Kershaw,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hashim,
The Kinks,
Nico,
Gang of Four,
The Misunderstood,
Iggy Pop,
The J.B.'s,
Ten City,
Kenny Larkin,
Warsaw,
Oblivians,
Donny Hathaway,
Intrusion,
Idris Muhammad,
the Swans,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Slits,
Masters at Work,
Howard Jones,
Barrington Levy,
The Doors,
Magma,
Kurtis Blow,
John Lydon,
Prince Buster,
Swans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.