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 Jordan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Danielle Patucci to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron 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 organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pole,
Banda Bassotti,
Khruangbin,
Crime,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Parry Music,
The Martian,
Supertramp,
The Index,
Traffic Nightmare,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Suburban Knight,
Isaac Hayes,
Mr. Review,
Easy Going,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Subhumans,
Severed Heads,
Unwound,
Livin' Joy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joey Negro,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nirvana,
the Human League,
The Pretty Things,
Joe Finger,
Harpers Bizarre,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Neu!,
The Dead C,
Gong,
The Sound,
Gang Green,
Eden Ahbez,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Los Fastidios,
Hardrive,
Arcadia,
LL Cool J,
Warsaw,
Maurizio,
Jacob Miller,
OOIOO,
Agitation Free,
Mantronix,
Negative Approach,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
T. Rex,
Arab on Radar,
Schoolly D,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fugs,
MDC,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Be Bop Deluxe,
E-Dancer,
The Walker Brothers,
The Trojans,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.