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 Maldives and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Neil Young to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Loose Ends,
Andrew Hill,
Joe Finger,
The J.B.'s,
Nick Fraelich,
Erykah Badu,
Easy Going,
The Angels of Light,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Association,
The Names,
Popol Vuh,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fat Boys,
Tim Buckley,
La Düsseldorf,
The Associates,
kango's stein massive,
Pantaleimon,
U.S. Maple,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joey Negro,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mark Hollis,
Talk Talk,
The Buckinghams,
Cymande,
Rosa Yemen,
Alison Limerick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Public Enemy,
The Techniques,
New Age Steppers,
Toni Rubio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brothers Johnson,
The Standells,
Charles Mingus,
The Dead C,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Angry Samoans,
Godley & Creme,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Excepter,
Kayak,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Skatalites,
The Gories,
Model 500,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fad Gadget,
Supertramp,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hashim,
Whodini,
Underground Resistance,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wolf Eyes,
Patti Smith,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.