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 Gambia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Accadde A to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Fear,
Maurizio,
the Human League,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Henry Cow,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sun Ra,
D'Angelo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Livin' Joy,
The Beau Brummels,
Echospace,
The Cowsills,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Amon Düül II,
MDC,
Trumans Water,
Eurythmics,
The Martian,
Crime,
Crooked Eye,
Niagra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
In Retrospect,
Leonard Cohen,
Sarah Menescal,
Stetsasonic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joy Division,
Matthew Bourne,
OOIOO,
World's Most,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Vladislav Delay,
Bill Wells,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fugazi,
Au Pairs,
Flipper,
Nirvana,
The Neon Judgement,
Unrelated Segments,
Todd Rundgren,
Nils Olav,
Ice-T,
The Litter,
Lalann,
Althea and Donna,
Roxette,
Soft Machine,
Gregory Isaacs,
B.T. Express,
Royal Trux,
Arcadia,
Dawn Penn,
Erykah Badu,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.