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 Taiwan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ 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 jazz 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cluster,
Boz Scaggs,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cure,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bill Wells,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aaron Thompson,
Shoche,
Kenny Larkin,
Marmalade,
Ultimate Spinach,
Chris Corsano,
Khruangbin,
Flipper,
Public Enemy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Derrick Morgan,
Cal Tjader,
Kas Product,
Hoover,
The Moleskins,
Slave,
Jandek,
Fatback Band,
Amon Düül II,
Q and Not U,
Lucky Dragons,
Pierre Henry,
cv313,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Moebius,
Drexciya,
The Gap Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jeff Lynne,
The Misunderstood,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Boredoms,
Erasure,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang Green,
Sugar Minott,
Intrusion,
DJ Sneak,
Bang On A Can,
The Angels of Light,
Excepter,
Albert Ayler,
Laurel Aitken,
Jacques Brel,
Inner City,
Pylon,
Soul II Soul,
Essential Logic,
Marvin Gaye,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deakin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dead C,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.