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 Kuwait and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Dead C to the jazz 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers 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?
Pantaleimon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fear,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Moon,
Quantec,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sister Nancy,
David McCallum,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultravox,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scratch Acid,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Zeros,
the Sonics,
Joey Negro,
Sun Ra,
The Angels of Light,
Von Mondo,
Scion,
Stiv Bators,
Yaz,
Roy Ayers,
Alice Coltrane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Groovy Waters,
Agent Orange,
Subhumans,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Christie,
Charles Mingus,
Ultra Naté,
Main Source,
Ten City,
The Golliwogs,
Crime,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Smiths,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soul II Soul,
Jesper Dahlback,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joensuu 1685,
John Cale,
Agitation Free,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Alarm Clocks,
PIL,
The Neon Judgement,
Althea and Donna,
Tim Buckley,
Max Romeo,
The Smoke,
The Move,
Negative Approach,
The Fire Engines,
Zero Boys,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.