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 Luxembourg and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Tehran and Cairo.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the techno 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Pylon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Malaria!,
Magazine,
Fatback Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sandy B,
Theoretical Girls,
Gichy Dan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Remains,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nils Olav,
Wings,
Echospace,
Gang Starr,
Amon Düül II,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pere Ubu,
DJ Style,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Liliput,
Trumans Water,
Faraquet,
Sound Behaviour,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hoover,
Zapp,
Swans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The United States of America,
Brass Construction,
Donald Byrd,
Quadrant,
Yazoo,
Man Parrish,
Yellowson,
The Walker Brothers,
The Neon Judgement,
Mark Hollis,
John Foxx,
Saccharine Trust,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Trojans,
Roxy Music,
The Vogues,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Easy Going,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
New York Dolls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Technova,
Angry Samoans,
Inner City,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.