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 Slovenia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Basic Channel to the grunge 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Ken Boothe,
Black Sheep,
Country Teasers,
Joy Division,
Ornette Coleman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cal Tjader,
K-Klass,
Neil Young,
the Slits,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rufus Thomas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dawn Penn,
Can,
Glambeats Corp.,
Thee Headcoats,
Toni Rubio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Music Machine,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tim Buckley,
The Gladiators,
Fear,
Royal Trux,
Procol Harum,
Scan 7,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Searchers,
Moby Grape,
Althea and Donna,
The Knickerbockers,
Max Romeo,
Black Pus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eric B and Rakim,
Letta Mbulu,
Sound Behaviour,
Man Parrish,
Khruangbin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Busters,
R.M.O.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Juan Atkins,
Dark Day,
H. Thieme,
Outsiders,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bad Manners,
Magma,
Lalann,
Robert Görl,
Janne Schatter,
The Litter,
Qualms,
Suburban Knight,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.