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 the UAE and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes 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 D'Angelo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Archie Shepp,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
EPMD,
The Monks,
Lalann,
Darondo,
John Holt,
Dark Day,
Cheater Slicks,
June of 44,
Symarip,
Soul Sonic Force,
Television,
Lindisfarne,
Theoretical Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
Matthew Halsall,
Aural Exciters,
MC5,
Barry Ungar,
The Slackers,
Circle Jerks,
Neu!,
Black Moon,
Young Marble Giants,
In Retrospect,
The Trojans,
Main Source,
Avey Tare,
Robert Görl,
Byron Stingily,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeff Mills,
Johnny Osbourne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Zero Boys,
Qualms,
Mark Hollis,
Blossom Toes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultra Naté,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grey Daturas,
Unrelated Segments,
Pantytec,
Technova,
Rhythm & Sound,
Section 25,
Gang of Four,
Tomorrow,
Anthony Braxton,
Minutemen,
The Skatalites,
Saccharine Trust,
Arab on Radar,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roger Hodgson,
Funkadelic,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.