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 Guatemala and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe 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 Leonard Cohen to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
The Real Kids,
Gerry Rafferty,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mo-Dettes,
Jerry's Kids,
Soulsonic Force,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tres Demented,
Janne Schatter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Masters at Work,
Ossler,
Tom Boy,
Vladislav Delay,
The Blues Magoos,
Kaleidoscope,
Neu!,
Joy Division,
Juan Atkins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Guru Guru,
Todd Rundgren,
Bauhaus,
Joey Negro,
Yaz,
Au Pairs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mandrill,
The Happenings,
the Human League,
The Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Saccharine Trust,
Pierre Henry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tommy Roe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Moby Grape,
Todd Terry,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Womack,
The Doors,
The Remains,
The Flesh Eaters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Warsaw,
Pussy Galore,
48th St. Collective,
Chrome,
Aswad,
Ice-T,
Tears for Fears,
One Last Wish,
Barry Ungar,
Khruangbin,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.