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 Lyon.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
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 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 Simply Red to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Half Japanese,
Dawn Penn,
Terry Callier,
Underground Resistance,
Deepchord,
Roy Ayers,
Sparks,
Pylon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Index,
Average White Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Niagra,
Man Parrish,
Lucky Dragons,
Accadde A,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Names,
Pole,
Vladislav Delay,
Symarip,
Hashim,
The Smiths,
Judy Mowatt,
Cymande,
Susan Cadogan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yaz,
Arthur Verocai,
Cal Tjader,
Letta Mbulu,
Pere Ubu,
Infiniti,
Sun Ra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Los Fastidios,
Spoonie Gee,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Janne Schatter,
Lee Hazlewood,
JFA,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lalann,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ten City,
X-101,
ABBA,
The Moleskins,
World's Most,
Fugazi,
Monolake,
Alphaville,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
T.S.O.L.,
Amon Düül II,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft.
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.