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 Jamaica and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Eric Dolphy,
Mars,
Alison Limerick,
The Seeds,
the Soft Cell,
Basic Channel,
Kerrie Biddell,
Shoche,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Duran Duran,
Black Sheep,
New Order,
Yellowson,
Grauzone,
the Sonics,
Janne Schatter,
Althea and Donna,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sixth Finger,
Deakin,
Ludus,
Scion,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Skatalites,
Joensuu 1685,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brick,
Brass Construction,
Iggy Pop,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
Lakeside,
Kas Product,
The Wake,
Saccharine Trust,
Reagan Youth,
The Techniques,
The Standells,
Underground Resistance,
The Gladiators,
Wings,
Avey Tare,
Radiohead,
Loose Ends,
Faraquet,
Arthur Verocai,
Rod Modell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New Age Steppers,
Khruangbin,
The Beau Brummels,
The Toasters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Tremeloes,
the Human League,
Lungfish,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.