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 Comoros and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 Donny Hathaway to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Surgeon,
Robert Hood,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wolf Eyes,
The Associates,
Jerry's Kids,
Los Fastidios,
Arab on Radar,
Banda Bassotti,
Joyce Sims,
Warren Ellis,
Scion,
The Five Americans,
Bronski Beat,
Jandek,
Niagra,
Livin' Joy,
Eddi Front,
The Fugs,
The Barracudas,
Cameo,
Thee Headcoats,
Fluxion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rhythm & Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kayak,
Babytalk,
Albert Ayler,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Coltrane,
UT,
Blake Baxter,
Eurythmics,
Scientists,
Monks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
DJ Style,
Adolescents,
Spandau Ballet,
Kevin Saunderson,
OOIOO,
China Crisis,
David McCallum,
Pantaleimon,
A Certain Ratio,
Robert Görl,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lindisfarne,
The Moody Blues,
The Vogues,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nik Kershaw,
Marine Girls,
Amon Düül II,
The Names,
the Bar-Kays,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.