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 New Zealand and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bill Near to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
These Immortal Souls,
DJ Sneak,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
T.S.O.L.,
Sandy B,
Joensuu 1685,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Shuggie Otis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Suicide,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gladiators,
The Standells,
The Five Americans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Echospace,
Television Personalities,
John Foxx,
Chris Corsano,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mantronix,
Swell Maps,
The Happenings,
The Motions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Modern Lovers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Birthday Party,
The Saints,
Flash Fearless,
Soft Cell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joy Division,
Robert Wyatt,
Camberwell Now,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lungfish,
The Electric Prunes,
10cc,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Blackbyrds,
Nils Olav,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Audionom,
The Fuzztones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ornette Coleman,
Pole,
Sällskapet,
Saccharine Trust,
Vladislav Delay,
Barrington Levy,
Brothers Johnson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scion,
Pussy Galore,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Max Romeo,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.