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 Sudan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the crunk 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Slits,
The Sound,
The Seeds,
The Red Krayola,
Goldenarms,
The Standells,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Peter and Kerry,
The Doors,
These Immortal Souls,
Scratch Acid,
James White and The Blacks,
Altered Images,
Simply Red,
Erasure,
Gang of Four,
Wings,
The American Breed,
Tim Buckley,
Chris Corsano,
D'Angelo,
Flash Fearless,
Unrelated Segments,
John Coltrane,
Pylon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
A Certain Ratio,
Sight & Sound,
The Five Americans,
Gichy Dan,
Godley & Creme,
Mission of Burma,
Livin' Joy,
Royal Trux,
MDC,
Faraquet,
Althea and Donna,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Procol Harum,
Maleditus Sound,
Skriet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soulsonic Force,
Sixth Finger,
Eric Copeland,
Black Flag,
the Normal,
DJ Sneak,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Kinks,
Section 25,
Mr. Review,
The Mojo Men,
Animal Collective,
The Associates,
X-102,
Freddie Wadling,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nation of Ulysses,
Prince Buster,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.