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 Vanuatu and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 Aloha Tigers to the techno 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Stooges,
The Cramps,
Make Up,
La Düsseldorf,
Hasil Adkins,
Graham Central Station,
Charles Mingus,
Soul II Soul,
Magazine,
Gong,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Matthew Halsall,
Interpol,
Howard Jones,
Visage,
Spoonie Gee,
ABC,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tomorrow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gabor Szabo,
Quantec,
Pagans,
Lou Reed,
Sugar Minott,
U.S. Maple,
Sister Nancy,
The Red Krayola,
Sparks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gil Scott Heron,
Audionom,
Jeff Lynne,
Marc Almond,
Eric Copeland,
Maurizio,
Pere Ubu,
Royal Trux,
Susan Cadogan,
Symarip,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Outsiders,
AZ,
Andrew Hill,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Sheep,
Connie Case,
The Human League,
Altered Images,
B.T. Express,
Letta Mbulu,
Half Japanese,
Joey Negro,
R.M.O.,
The American Breed,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Neil Young,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.