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 Andorra and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 The American Breed to the jazz 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Josef K,
Ultravox,
Cluster,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Max Romeo,
Eve St. Jones,
The Moleskins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Skaos,
Animal Collective,
The Pop Group,
Delta 5,
the Human League,
Glenn Branca,
The Music Machine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eden Ahbez,
Moss Icon,
the Bar-Kays,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fortunes,
Ten City,
Minny Pops,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-102,
Amon Düül,
Cecil Taylor,
The Real Kids,
Yazoo,
Echospace,
The Fugs,
Section 25,
Suicide,
Grey Daturas,
Marmalade,
The Electric Prunes,
Eric Dolphy,
Todd Rundgren,
Bauhaus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Flag,
Agitation Free,
The Barracudas,
Icehouse,
Blake Baxter,
Japan,
Alison Limerick,
Bluetip,
Danielle Patucci,
One Last Wish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jimmy McGriff,
These Immortal Souls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.