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 Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Rapeman to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
The Monochrome Set,
Second Layer,
Jacques Brel,
Dorothy Ashby,
JFA,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
James White and The Blacks,
Bluetip,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Christie,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mission of Burma,
Unrelated Segments,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tim Buckley,
Jawbox,
The Remains,
Nils Olav,
Adolescents,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Goldenarms,
The Standells,
Sex Pistols,
Harry Pussy,
Andrew Hill,
Derrick Morgan,
Wally Richardson,
Minor Threat,
Yellowson,
Isaac Hayes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Byrd,
Flipper,
The Real Kids,
Kayak,
H. Thieme,
Eli Mardock,
Joensuu 1685,
Soft Machine,
The United States of America,
Nico,
Cecil Taylor,
Yusef Lateef,
Japan,
Royal Trux,
the Bar-Kays,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marc Almond,
L. Decosne,
Man Parrish,
Drexciya,
Vainqueur,
Curtis Mayfield,
David Axelrod,
Alison Limerick,
David McCallum,
Mantronix,
Sällskapet,
Angry Samoans,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.