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 Malawi and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eden Ahbez to the dance 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Visage,
the Bar-Kays,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minor Threat,
Blossom Toes,
John Holt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Peter & Gordon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lindisfarne,
Loose Ends,
In Retrospect,
Amon Düül II,
Wally Richardson,
Chris & Cosey,
Porter Ricks,
Tommy Roe,
Suicide,
Dual Sessions,
Soul II Soul,
Hot Snakes,
Can,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Seeds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jacques Brel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Idris Muhammad,
Main Source,
Eli Mardock,
Crime,
The Slackers,
Second Layer,
Sun Ra,
David Bowie,
Ultimate Spinach,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Funkadelic,
The Count Five,
Crash Course in Science,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Offenders,
Chrome,
Stetsasonic,
Eurythmics,
Pet Shop Boys,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Con Funk Shun,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roy Ayers,
Howard Jones,
Mr. Review,
Sound Behaviour,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deakin,
a-ha,
The Modern Lovers,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.