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 Italy and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 Reagan Youth to the funk 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Eric Copeland,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soft Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Accadde A,
Kaleidoscope,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chrome,
Gichy Dan,
Rapeman,
Porter Ricks,
MDC,
Henry Cow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Monolake,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric Dolphy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Youth Brigade,
The Seeds,
Absolute Body Control,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Searchers,
Kenny Larkin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Talk Talk,
The Grass Roots,
The Birthday Party,
Aloha Tigers,
Bob Dylan,
The Monochrome Set,
The Blues Magoos,
World's Most,
Gang Green,
Avey Tare,
Average White Band,
Mark Hollis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cecil Taylor,
The Dave Clark Five,
Althea and Donna,
The Sound,
Max Romeo,
Nirvana,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DNA,
Barry Ungar,
JFA,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Johnny Clarke,
The Doors,
Tears for Fears,
H. Thieme,
The Misunderstood,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rosa Yemen,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alison Limerick,
The Stooges,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.