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 Sri Lanka and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Wolf Eyes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
Section 25,
Joe Smooth,
The Dead C,
E-Dancer,
The Neon Judgement,
Jandek,
Little Man,
Archie Shepp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Agitation Free,
Alice Coltrane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jerry's Kids,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Barracudas,
Clear Light,
Robert Hood,
Andrew Hill,
The Birthday Party,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Amon Düül II,
Ronan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hoover,
Davy DMX,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ponytail,
Roger Hodgson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Sonics,
Japan,
Man Parrish,
10cc,
Delta 5,
Livin' Joy,
Fatback Band,
The American Breed,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Average White Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Essential Logic,
Das Ding,
Arthur Verocai,
X-101,
The Blues Magoos,
cv313,
The Busters,
Funky Four + One,
Glenn Branca,
Ohio Players,
Todd Terry,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Trojans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.