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 Malta and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Funky Four + One to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Kerri Chandler,
Dorothy Ashby,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cure,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare,
Joensuu 1685,
Blake Baxter,
Eli Mardock,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultravox,
Arthur Verocai,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jeru the Damaja,
Funkadelic,
Bill Wells,
The Star Department,
The Standells,
Brick,
Dual Sessions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Real Kids,
Intrusion,
Wings,
Arab on Radar,
The Skatalites,
Mantronix,
AZ,
The Smoke,
Rakim,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Offenders,
Y Pants,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Make Up,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fela Kuti,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Kinks,
Talk Talk,
The Sound,
Glenn Branca,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flipper,
Aaron Thompson,
Zapp,
Rhythm & Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Derrick May,
Yaz,
Neil Young,
Urselle,
The Music Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Duran Duran,
Sonny Sharrock,
June Days,
The J.B.'s,
48th St. Collective,
Slick Rick,
Scrapy,
The Gun Club,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.