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 Lagos.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 Mo-Dettes to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Cameo,
Anakelly,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kenny Larkin,
John Lydon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Michelle Simonal,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tim Buckley,
Dennis Brown,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Monolake,
Sixth Finger,
The Red Krayola,
Mandrill,
U.S. Maple,
Black Sheep,
Alphaville,
Y Pants,
The Cowsills,
Arcadia,
Slave,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soft Cell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pere Ubu,
The Durutti Column,
Neu!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fire Engines,
Cluster,
Jesper Dahlback,
T.S.O.L.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Donald Byrd,
The Grass Roots,
The American Breed,
Matthew Halsall,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nas,
H. Thieme,
Guru Guru,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gories,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Moebius,
Joe Smooth,
These Immortal Souls,
Rod Modell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
10cc,
Skriet,
Average White Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Al Stewart,
Banda Bassotti,
Barrington Levy,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.