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 Greece and from Glasgow.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 Clear Light to the grime 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Cheater Slicks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scion,
Pharoah Sanders,
B.T. Express,
The Dirtbombs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gories,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Colin Newman,
The Blues Magoos,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Motions,
Dawn Penn,
Lightning Bolt,
Lindisfarne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Avey Tare,
Rekid,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Thompson Twins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ten City,
Au Pairs,
The Fall,
Con Funk Shun,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mummies,
Make Up,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fugs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Piero Umiliani,
Don Cherry,
Moebius,
Brick,
Nico,
David Axelrod,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deadbeat,
Siglo XX,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mark Hollis,
Ituana,
Soft Machine,
Japan,
Dennis Brown,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wally Richardson,
Juan Atkins,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bob Dylan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Oneida,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scan 7,
The Electric Prunes,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.