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 Iceland and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Peter & Gordon to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Marc Almond,
Monks,
Suburban Knight,
The J.B.'s,
Nation of Ulysses,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sparks,
48th St. Collective,
Unwound,
Adolescents,
Rapeman,
DNA,
David Axelrod,
Eric Dolphy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
UT,
the Swans,
Gang Green,
Liliput,
The Five Americans,
Black Bananas,
Kerri Chandler,
Neil Young,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
X-102,
Blake Baxter,
Bronski Beat,
The Trojans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pierre Henry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Simply Red,
Bad Manners,
Pulsallama,
Nik Kershaw,
Y Pants,
La Düsseldorf,
One Last Wish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crash Course in Science,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Moody Blues,
Arcadia,
Chris Corsano,
Joyce Sims,
Talk Talk,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wally Richardson,
Smog,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Magazine,
ABBA,
The Motions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Drexciya,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Last Poets,
Brick,
Bob Dylan,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.