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 Benin and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Crash Course in Science to the techno 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Tears for Fears,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
kango's stein massive,
Thompson Twins,
FM Einheit,
Black Flag,
The Monochrome Set,
Cybotron,
In Retrospect,
Black Moon,
The Raincoats,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Beau Brummels,
Alice Coltrane,
The Kinks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Skarface,
MDC,
the Bar-Kays,
John Coltrane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Man Parrish,
Derrick Morgan,
Anakelly,
Arthur Verocai,
The Moleskins,
Boredoms,
Icehouse,
OOIOO,
K-Klass,
Magazine,
Animal Collective,
Inner City,
The Move,
Soft Machine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The J.B.'s,
Masters at Work,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ituana,
Mandrill,
Nirvana,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fear,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Niagra,
U.S. Maple,
Judy Mowatt,
Heaven 17,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Peter and Kerry,
Smog,
The Fugs,
Pere Ubu,
Junior Murvin,
Skriet,
Half Japanese,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental 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.