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 Solomon Islands and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Blackbyrds to the grime 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Altered Images,
Laurel Aitken,
Desert Stars,
Lee Hazlewood,
Terrestrial Tones,
Chris Corsano,
The Dave Clark Five,
Make Up,
Patti Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Main Source,
Los Fastidios,
Juan Atkins,
Grey Daturas,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Womack,
Blake Baxter,
Archie Shepp,
Deadbeat,
Alton Ellis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tres Demented,
Simply Red,
Fatback Band,
The Tremeloes,
The Evens,
Michelle Simonal,
The Durutti Column,
FM Einheit,
kango's stein massive,
Marine Girls,
The Moleskins,
Magma,
Alphaville,
the Sonics,
The Blackbyrds,
The Seeds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Coltrane,
The Martian,
Tim Buckley,
Ronnie Foster,
Letta Mbulu,
Blossom Toes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Moss Icon,
X-102,
Q65,
The Grass Roots,
D'Angelo,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Sherman,
Angry Samoans,
Robert Görl,
Spandau Ballet,
David Bowie,
Barbara Tucker,
Sixth Finger,
Harmonia,
Stetsasonic,
Bob Dylan,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.