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 Liberia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb 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 Harry Pussy to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Alton Ellis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Liliput,
the Fania All-Stars,
Arthur Verocai,
Dave Gahan,
Fatback Band,
Theoretical Girls,
The Sonics,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bootsy Collins,
Agent Orange,
Bush Tetras,
Dark Day,
Angry Samoans,
June of 44,
Ultimate Spinach,
Arab on Radar,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cramps,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nick Fraelich,
Mary Jane Girls,
Donald Byrd,
Minnie Riperton,
Au Pairs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cal Tjader,
Inner City,
Bill Near,
Carl Craig,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bang On A Can,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marine Girls,
The Vogues,
DNA,
Gang Starr,
Alice Coltrane,
Chris Corsano,
Rotary Connection,
Glenn Branca,
Wolf Eyes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Matthew Bourne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Groovy Waters,
Whodini,
Pharoah Sanders,
Royal Trux,
Siglo XX,
Marvin Gaye,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mr. Review,
Prince Buster,
John Coltrane,
The Doobie Brothers,
JFA,
Slave,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.