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 Lithuania and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Sarah Menescal to the jazz 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Saccharine Trust,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Moleskins,
Q and Not U,
the Soft Cell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sex Pistols,
D'Angelo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Little Man,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Durutti Column,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sugar Minott,
Jeff Mills,
Parry Music,
Hasil Adkins,
Youth Brigade,
Newcleus,
The Sonics,
Ten City,
Fatback Band,
Black Moon,
Boz Scaggs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Todd Rundgren,
Second Layer,
New Age Steppers,
Pole,
Toni Rubio,
Tommy Roe,
Ronnie Foster,
Loose Ends,
Panda Bear,
Goldenarms,
Lalann,
Bootsy Collins,
Graham Central Station,
X-Ray Spex,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Banda Bassotti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Excepter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kas Product,
Oblivians,
Camouflage,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultra Naté,
The Pop Group,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Depeche Mode,
Eric Copeland,
Hashim,
Quantec,
Zapp,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.