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 Guyana and from Calgary.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Mantronix to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Charles Mingus,
Sparks,
Shoche,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roxette,
Tubeway Army,
Gabor Szabo,
Albert Ayler,
Peter & Gordon,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Christie,
Skarface,
Bronski Beat,
Idris Muhammad,
Pylon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bootsy Collins,
Second Layer,
Chris Corsano,
D'Angelo,
Don Cherry,
Sixth Finger,
The Barracudas,
Juan Atkins,
10cc,
Angry Samoans,
Kas Product,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lungfish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Subhumans,
Donald Byrd,
Radiohead,
Liliput,
Big Daddy Kane,
James White and The Blacks,
Robert Hood,
Japan,
John Foxx,
Bang On A Can,
Kenny Larkin,
Joe Finger,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Sonics,
Bobby Womack,
Grey Daturas,
Suicide,
The Angels of Light,
Buzzcocks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fall,
Bush Tetras,
The Mojo Men,
Piero Umiliani,
Hashim,
the Human League,
These Immortal Souls,
Archie Shepp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stetsasonic,
Scientists,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.