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 Barbados and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Sly & The Family Stone to the rock 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
F. McDonald,
Idris Muhammad,
Electric Prunes,
Franke,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Grass Roots,
Flash Fearless,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bad Manners,
Danielle Patucci,
Monks,
Angry Samoans,
Chris Corsano,
Donald Byrd,
Con Funk Shun,
Panda Bear,
Wings,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bill Near,
Little Man,
The Star Department,
Visage,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bootsy Collins,
Slick Rick,
Derrick Morgan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crispy Ambulance,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pussy Galore,
MDC,
Marc Almond,
The Birthday Party,
Vladislav Delay,
Anthony Braxton,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Organ,
Warsaw,
Fat Boys,
The Litter,
Maleditus Sound,
D'Angelo,
Judy Mowatt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Swell Maps,
Robert Wyatt,
The Misunderstood,
Yaz,
Underground Resistance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Alarm Clocks,
U.S. Maple,
Dave Gahan,
John Holt,
Morten Harket,
The Vogues,
Moss Icon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
kango's stein massive,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.