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 Switzerland and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Janne Schatter to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Cheater Slicks,
R.M.O.,
Eli Mardock,
Bang On A Can,
The Mummies,
Masters at Work,
Funkadelic,
Model 500,
Minutemen,
The Doors,
Scion,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rosa Yemen,
Mantronix,
The Monochrome Set,
The Divine Comedy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Byron Stingily,
Donald Byrd,
The Red Krayola,
The Names,
The Durutti Column,
Y Pants,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kevin Saunderson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aaron Thompson,
La Düsseldorf,
June of 44,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crime,
Essential Logic,
Thompson Twins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mr. Review,
Skaos,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Television,
Saccharine Trust,
The Move,
Yaz,
MC5,
The Residents,
Cybotron,
Monks,
The Music Machine,
Audionom,
Kas Product,
Nirvana,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Altered Images,
Tres Demented,
Mad Mike,
Faust,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Knickerbockers,
Al Stewart,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.