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 Kiribati and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba 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 Silicon Teens to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
The Toasters,
Television,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Main Source,
ABC,
The Mojo Men,
Todd Terry,
Royal Trux,
Kayak,
Youth Brigade,
the Soft Cell,
Dawn Penn,
Can,
The Black Dice,
Howard Jones,
The Remains,
Flash Fearless,
Sugar Minott,
Rufus Thomas,
Altered Images,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Techniques,
Jacob Miller,
Magma,
Gichy Dan,
The Doors,
China Crisis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marmalade,
Panda Bear,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Maleditus Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Index,
Lower 48,
Matthew Halsall,
Mark Hollis,
Crime,
Ultravox,
The Kinks,
Skriet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang Starr,
Average White Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Porter Ricks,
David Axelrod,
Tim Buckley,
Judy Mowatt,
Desert Stars,
Andrew Hill,
Suburban Knight,
Scan 7,
Yusef Lateef,
The Moody Blues,
Amazonics,
The Divine Comedy,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.