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 Afghanistan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Lower 48,
Maurizio,
Tim Buckley,
Bob Dylan,
Urselle,
Oblivians,
Crime,
Joe Finger,
Ludus,
Leonard Cohen,
The Divine Comedy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jeff Lynne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Derrick Morgan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Robert Görl,
The J.B.'s,
Albert Ayler,
Johnny Clarke,
Cluster,
the Slits,
The Electric Prunes,
Faraquet,
Kas Product,
Magma,
The Mummies,
Alice Coltrane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Amon Düül II,
Schoolly D,
Organ,
Aaron Thompson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rekid,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jacques Brel,
Swans,
Deakin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Babytalk,
Supertramp,
Brass Construction,
Tres Demented,
The Last Poets,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cameo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ponytail,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
David Bowie,
Shoche,
Barry Ungar,
Neu!,
Sugar Minott,
Juan Atkins,
Blancmange,
Pussy Galore,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.