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 Belize and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 Marshall Jefferson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Marvin Gaye,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Graham Central Station,
Leonard Cohen,
Mr. Review,
June of 44,
Traffic Nightmare,
Donald Byrd,
Erykah Badu,
Mary Jane Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Japan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pulsallama,
Kayak,
Hardrive,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nirvana,
Crash Course in Science,
Soft Cell,
Little Man,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aloha Tigers,
Lungfish,
The Litter,
Yellowson,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Soft Cell,
The Fall,
Television Personalities,
Pierre Henry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Severed Heads,
Blossom Toes,
Pole,
The Seeds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grauzone,
Essential Logic,
DJ Style,
The Black Dice,
Cabaret Voltaire,
T. Rex,
Icehouse,
Bill Near,
The Last Poets,
Scan 7,
Bauhaus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Amon Düül II,
Sun Ra,
Wally Richardson,
Radio Birdman,
Panda Bear,
Scott Walker,
Andrew Hill,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.