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 Iraq and from Johannesburg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ 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 Underground Resistance to the grunge 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Mark Hollis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fugs,
The Music Machine,
Reuben Wilson,
Skarface,
Jandek,
Kevin Saunderson,
Skriet,
Eric Copeland,
New Age Steppers,
The Cure,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
Sandy B,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
H. Thieme,
OOIOO,
Rod Modell,
Funkadelic,
X-101,
Kas Product,
Rufus Thomas,
Flipper,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Divine Comedy,
Max Romeo,
Camouflage,
Boredoms,
Peter and Kerry,
Parry Music,
The Misunderstood,
The Tremeloes,
Peter & Gordon,
Spandau Ballet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Cale,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bluetip,
AZ,
Pierre Henry,
Robert Görl,
Q65,
Darondo,
Magma,
Lou Christie,
Bauhaus,
Sun Ra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joe Finger,
Joe Smooth,
CMW,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ohio Players,
The Buckinghams,
Jeff Mills,
Porter Ricks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.