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 Australia and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 X-102 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
David McCallum,
UT,
Chris Corsano,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fugs,
China Crisis,
Yusef Lateef,
the Sonics,
Maurizio,
Minnie Riperton,
Anthony Braxton,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Thee Headcoats,
Tres Demented,
Inner City,
The Toasters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joe Finger,
Howard Jones,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mantronix,
Laurel Aitken,
Neu!,
David Axelrod,
Letta Mbulu,
The Shadows of Knight,
The American Breed,
AZ,
Television Personalities,
The Cure,
Cybotron,
Gastr Del Sol,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Oblivians,
Bauhaus,
Con Funk Shun,
Organ,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Quadrant,
Reuben Wilson,
Marvin Gaye,
Moby Grape,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Coltrane,
The Zeros,
Rod Modell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mr. Review,
New Age Steppers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gladiators,
The Buckinghams,
Joyce Sims,
The J.B.'s,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Techniques,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Saints,
Yellowson,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.