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 Turkey and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Piero Umiliani to the rock 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Walker Brothers,
Unwound,
Joyce Sims,
Pere Ubu,
Average White Band,
Franke,
Essential Logic,
Roxette,
Bootsy Collins,
Godley & Creme,
Faraquet,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scrapy,
Skarface,
Interpol,
Blake Baxter,
The Searchers,
Donald Byrd,
Andrew Hill,
Lungfish,
Eve St. Jones,
Robert Görl,
The Names,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Misunderstood,
Yaz,
Chris & Cosey,
The Electric Prunes,
Saccharine Trust,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Reed,
The Trojans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Sherman,
Grauzone,
Agent Orange,
Blossom Toes,
MDC,
Stiv Bators,
In Retrospect,
Thee Headcoats,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Radiohead,
Funky Four + One,
Black Moon,
The Monochrome Set,
David Axelrod,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Flash Fearless,
A Certain Ratio,
Mars,
Sister Nancy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Residents,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Young Marble Giants,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Red Krayola,
Soul II Soul,
Byron Stingily,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.