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 Netherlands and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare 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 Faust to the disco 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
The Wake,
Cal Tjader,
Wasted Youth,
The Misunderstood,
Quando Quango,
Letta Mbulu,
Fear,
Tres Demented,
Adolescents,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
These Immortal Souls,
Ken Boothe,
MDC,
Au Pairs,
Country Teasers,
Electric Prunes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grey Daturas,
Moby Grape,
Simply Red,
Faraquet,
Sarah Menescal,
Half Japanese,
Schoolly D,
The Divine Comedy,
Quantec,
Monks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Sheep,
The Techniques,
Blake Baxter,
Thompson Twins,
Buzzcocks,
Technova,
Alison Limerick,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dennis Brown,
Sparks,
The Leaves,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nick Fraelich,
The Zeros,
Royal Trux,
Joyce Sims,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Martian,
Soft Cell,
Kayak,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joe Smooth,
Jacob Miller,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Curtis Mayfield,
China Crisis,
Eve St. Jones,
The Knickerbockers,
Outsiders,
Eric Dolphy,
Kas Product,
Joe Finger,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.