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 Mongolia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Flash Fearless to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
John Holt,
Dead Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Clear Light,
Lightning Bolt,
Lalann,
Stereo Dub,
Junior Murvin,
Massinfluence,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Seeds,
Lebanon Hanover,
Andrew Hill,
Pylon,
The Dead C,
Marine Girls,
New Order,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
10cc,
Quando Quango,
Rufus Thomas,
Aaron Thompson,
Sam Rivers,
Malaria!,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Groovy Waters,
the Bar-Kays,
Erasure,
Carl Craig,
Ludus,
Main Source,
Agent Orange,
Wire,
The Offenders,
Kevin Saunderson,
Zapp,
Gil Scott Heron,
Television,
One Last Wish,
The Divine Comedy,
Maleditus Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mr. Review,
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Au Pairs,
The Sonics,
Pole,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Theoretical Girls,
Subhumans,
Liliput,
Oneida,
Faraquet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Matthew Halsall,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.