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 Serbia and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bush Tetras to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Monolake,
Gang Green,
The Black Dice,
Shoche,
Wally Richardson,
Urselle,
Piero Umiliani,
the Normal,
Theoretical Girls,
Pole,
Kurtis Blow,
Roger Hodgson,
Average White Band,
CMW,
Hot Snakes,
Freddie Wadling,
Amon Düül II,
Sight & Sound,
Lalann,
Easy Going,
Alphaville,
Grey Daturas,
Crash Course in Science,
Ken Boothe,
Mo-Dettes,
The Busters,
Fad Gadget,
JFA,
Carl Craig,
Donny Hathaway,
The Neon Judgement,
New Order,
Arcadia,
The Last Poets,
PIL,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Saints,
Ossler,
The Angels of Light,
Surgeon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Smoke,
Nirvana,
John Cale,
Cameo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eric Copeland,
Al Stewart,
Jandek,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
These Immortal Souls,
Cal Tjader,
Quando Quango,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.