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 Portugal and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 FM Einheit to the dance 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Colin Newman,
The Slits,
Avey Tare,
Circle Jerks,
Henry Cow,
Y Pants,
Index,
Basic Channel,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Womack,
The Angels of Light,
Rekid,
Pantytec,
Icehouse,
Bush Tetras,
Robert Wyatt,
Tres Demented,
The Smoke,
Motorama,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tommy Roe,
The Residents,
Echospace,
Dorothy Ashby,
Television Personalities,
Boredoms,
Essential Logic,
The Invisible,
The Evens,
MC5,
Aswad,
Boz Scaggs,
Ponytail,
Mission of Burma,
Blossom Toes,
Juan Atkins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Agent Orange,
Pussy Galore,
Funky Four + One,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Seeds,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Real Kids,
Outsiders,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
10cc,
In Retrospect,
The Move,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roger Hodgson,
Metal Thangz,
Skaos,
X-Ray Spex,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Animal Collective,
Newcleus,
The Fuzztones,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.