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 Singapore and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the jazz 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
The Gladiators,
The Seeds,
Second Layer,
Kurtis Blow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Shuggie Otis,
Magma,
Newcleus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Adolescents,
the Soft Cell,
OOIOO,
Patti Smith,
Gastr Del Sol,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mantronix,
One Last Wish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Swell Maps,
The Red Krayola,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Altered Images,
Cymande,
T. Rex,
The Remains,
Crash Course in Science,
Tears for Fears,
Marvin Gaye,
Monolake,
Spandau Ballet,
The American Breed,
Talk Talk,
The Walker Brothers,
Hasil Adkins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Christie,
Panda Bear,
China Crisis,
Slick Rick,
Mo-Dettes,
Audionom,
Jerry's Kids,
Jandek,
Carl Craig,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Durutti Column,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter and Kerry,
Scott Walker,
Eli Mardock,
The Fortunes,
The Raincoats,
Television,
The Alarm Clocks,
Derrick Morgan,
Banda Bassotti,
T.S.O.L.,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Blackbyrds,
The Busters,
Mark Hollis,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.