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 Bolivia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Monks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Pulsallama,
Althea and Donna,
Unwound,
Adolescents,
The J.B.'s,
Pierre Henry,
Moby Grape,
Metal Thangz,
Alphaville,
New Age Steppers,
cv313,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sun City Girls,
Trumans Water,
Fad Gadget,
Make Up,
Scan 7,
Parry Music,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Star Department,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultimate Spinach,
Throbbing Gristle,
Theoretical Girls,
The Doors,
The United States of America,
Stereo Dub,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bill Wells,
Slave,
Connie Case,
The Slackers,
The Last Poets,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ohio Players,
The Fall,
Angry Samoans,
Wally Richardson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deakin,
Country Teasers,
Albert Ayler,
The Trojans,
The Count Five,
Saccharine Trust,
Soft Cell,
Eli Mardock,
Yazoo,
Motorama,
Grandmaster Flash,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jeff Lynne,
Cecil Taylor,
Hashim,
Little Man,
Procol Harum,
Lindisfarne,
Matthew Halsall,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.