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 East Timor and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Banda Bassotti to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
One Last Wish,
Country Teasers,
The Count Five,
Faust,
ABC,
Easy Going,
The Cramps,
Saccharine Trust,
Crash Course in Science,
The Skatalites,
Shuggie Otis,
Royal Trux,
Chrome,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed,
Hoover,
Mad Mike,
Lou Christie,
The Velvet Underground,
Minnie Riperton,
Rosa Yemen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Von Mondo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
R.M.O.,
The Sonics,
Scan 7,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Q65,
Swans,
The Searchers,
Mars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eve St. Jones,
Delon & Dalcan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Anthony Braxton,
John Coltrane,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fluxion,
These Immortal Souls,
The Remains,
Make Up,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Wake,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Normal,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Foxx,
Juan Atkins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DJ Style,
Nik Kershaw,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
OOIOO,
Magma,
Flamin' Groovies,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.