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 Bulgaria and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 David Bowie 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 Flesh Eaters to the grunge 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Hashim,
Inner City,
Robert Hood,
Robert Görl,
Brass Construction,
The Cramps,
U.S. Maple,
Scientists,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Associates,
Supertramp,
Sex Pistols,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yellowson,
The Fire Engines,
Andrew Hill,
Radiohead,
Bobby Byrd,
Aswad,
Minny Pops,
Agitation Free,
Gastr Del Sol,
EPMD,
JFA,
Ken Boothe,
the Association,
Dawn Penn,
Outsiders,
The Raincoats,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Reuben Wilson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mary Jane Girls,
MDC,
Silicon Teens,
Mandrill,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
OOIOO,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Goldenarms,
The Standells,
The Star Department,
Public Enemy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gong,
The Evens,
The Happenings,
Clear Light,
Avey Tare,
Jeff Mills,
Judy Mowatt,
Massinfluence,
Dave Gahan,
Pussy Galore,
Eli Mardock,
Alphaville,
Moebius,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.