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 Greece and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Aaron Thompson,
Althea and Donna,
Surgeon,
Buzzcocks,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Sherman,
Pierre Henry,
Moss Icon,
Boredoms,
Inner City,
Severed Heads,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Easy Going,
Sex Pistols,
Negative Approach,
The Evens,
Ronnie Foster,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tubeway Army,
Black Bananas,
Funky Four + One,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Shoche,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Cale,
Rites of Spring,
Robert Görl,
Idris Muhammad,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Grass Roots,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fugs,
Swans,
Adolescents,
Delta 5,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
AZ,
Bobby Womack,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Reed,
Tres Demented,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
X-Ray Spex,
Hasil Adkins,
Derrick Morgan,
The Tremeloes,
The Cramps,
Technova,
Gong,
ABC,
Q and Not U,
Andrew Hill,
Don Cherry,
Parry Music,
Slick Rick,
The Techniques,
48th St. Collective,
Iggy Pop,
Sun City Girls,
Index,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.