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 Taiwan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Erykah Badu to the electroclash 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Theoretical Girls,
The Litter,
Brothers Johnson,
Eddi Front,
Joey Negro,
Gang of Four,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Avey Tare,
David Axelrod,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sunsets and Hearts,
These Immortal Souls,
La Düsseldorf,
Graham Central Station,
Scan 7,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soft Machine,
Index,
John Foxx,
Sex Pistols,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Golliwogs,
Stereo Dub,
Derrick May,
The Happenings,
The Last Poets,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Birthday Party,
The Moleskins,
The Fugs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
D'Angelo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Derrick Morgan,
The Human League,
Chris Corsano,
Trumans Water,
Oblivians,
Parry Music,
Sun Ra,
Glenn Branca,
The Black Dice,
Terry Callier,
The Misunderstood,
The Barracudas,
Absolute Body Control,
Jerry's Kids,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
One Last Wish,
Masters at Work,
Television Personalities,
Niagra,
Section 25,
Freddie Wadling,
Rosa Yemen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joe Smooth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Henry Cow,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.