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 Nigeria and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Dave Clark Five to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Man Parrish,
Eric Copeland,
Nils Olav,
Yusef Lateef,
Country Teasers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Michelle Simonal,
Neu!,
The Moody Blues,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cybotron,
Section 25,
the Germs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cheater Slicks,
Zero Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The American Breed,
Ossler,
The Leaves,
The Raincoats,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bluetip,
Panda Bear,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
kango's stein massive,
Loose Ends,
Flipper,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tom Boy,
Byron Stingily,
Y Pants,
Don Cherry,
Camberwell Now,
Janne Schatter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pierre Henry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brass Construction,
The Zeros,
Main Source,
Depeche Mode,
Franke,
Sex Pistols,
Avey Tare,
The Fugs,
Scion,
Rekid,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Underground Resistance,
Kas Product,
Clear Light,
Brand Nubian,
Nirvana,
Pylon,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Christie,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.