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 Jamaica and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Supertramp to the electroclash 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Panda Bear,
Mary Jane Girls,
D'Angelo,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Misunderstood,
Traffic Nightmare,
Connie Case,
Unwound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tomorrow,
Sandy B,
Moss Icon,
JFA,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Slits,
Fat Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Cale,
Aswad,
Groovy Waters,
Blake Baxter,
Brothers Johnson,
Archie Shepp,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Evens,
OOIOO,
Depeche Mode,
Wasted Youth,
Kaleidoscope,
Cal Tjader,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Zapp,
Jerry's Kids,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crash Course in Science,
The Barracudas,
Roy Ayers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rotary Connection,
Porter Ricks,
Severed Heads,
Liliput,
Slick Rick,
Robert Wyatt,
A Certain Ratio,
Skriet,
The Martian,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cecil Taylor,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cameo,
Goldenarms,
Lalo Schifrin,
Patti Smith,
Maurizio,
Joey Negro,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.