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 Belize and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Althea and Donna to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
the Bar-Kays,
Hardrive,
Avey Tare,
La Düsseldorf,
Livin' Joy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Schoolly D,
Dennis Brown,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Unwound,
T. Rex,
Sam Rivers,
Au Pairs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Country Teasers,
The Stooges,
The Martian,
Eli Mardock,
The Slits,
Kaleidoscope,
Ronan,
Maurizio,
Whodini,
Roger Hodgson,
Dawn Penn,
The Victims,
Man Parrish,
EPMD,
Mad Mike,
Mission of Burma,
Gang Green,
These Immortal Souls,
Joensuu 1685,
The American Breed,
The Grass Roots,
Boredoms,
Joy Division,
The Cowsills,
Bad Manners,
The Index,
Ken Boothe,
The Fugs,
H. Thieme,
Gabor Szabo,
Freddie Wadling,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cure,
Tubeway Army,
Rod Modell,
Icehouse,
The Happenings,
AZ,
Arthur Verocai,
Lucky Dragons,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang Gang Dance,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mars,
Khruangbin,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.