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 Uruguay and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the 808 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 The Dave Clark Five to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Roxette,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roger Hodgson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aural Exciters,
The Skatalites,
kango's stein massive,
Brass Construction,
Dorothy Ashby,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Urselle,
K-Klass,
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kenny Larkin,
Japan,
Lindisfarne,
Black Bananas,
Yazoo,
Pussy Galore,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Talk Talk,
Sun City Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kas Product,
The Saints,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Amazonics,
8 Eyed Spy,
Isaac Hayes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Bar-Kays,
The Toasters,
Danielle Patucci,
Max Romeo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Boogie Down Productions,
James White and The Blacks,
Babytalk,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Motorama,
Subhumans,
Leonard Cohen,
Neu!,
Brick,
Y Pants,
Chrome,
The Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
Derrick May,
Sandy B,
Black Flag,
Absolute Body Control,
Amon Düül,
Pantytec,
Faraquet,
Toni Rubio,
Cluster,
Minnie Riperton,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cal Tjader,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.