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 Greece and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 FM Einheit to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Boz Scaggs,
Joensuu 1685,
Fear,
Whodini,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barrington Levy,
Suburban Knight,
The Smiths,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kool Moe Dee,
Blancmange,
Terrestrial Tones,
Radiopuhelimet,
Supertramp,
Ponytail,
Arab on Radar,
Dark Day,
Tomorrow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bill Near,
H. Thieme,
Sparks,
Toni Rubio,
Dennis Brown,
Crash Course in Science,
Inner City,
Technova,
Japan,
Basic Channel,
Swans,
Rites of Spring,
Black Pus,
Derrick May,
The Associates,
Wings,
Jeru the Damaja,
Oblivians,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Beau Brummels,
The Seeds,
Vladislav Delay,
The Red Krayola,
Organ,
Todd Terry,
Kerri Chandler,
Chrome,
Howard Jones,
a-ha,
Neil Young,
Graham Central Station,
Silicon Teens,
The Skatalites,
Robert Hood,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stiv Bators,
Shuggie Otis,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Flag,
Arcadia,
Fort Wilson Riot,
F. McDonald,
Con Funk Shun,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.