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 Kosovo and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Q65 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Lower 48,
Ice-T,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Graham Central Station,
Model 500,
Sällskapet,
Quando Quango,
Groovy Waters,
Tim Buckley,
The New Christs,
Silicon Teens,
The Walker Brothers,
Swans,
Terry Callier,
Visage,
Skaos,
Joe Smooth,
Flash Fearless,
Roy Ayers,
Lightning Bolt,
Unrelated Segments,
Monolake,
The Misunderstood,
Skriet,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pylon,
Pussy Galore,
The Moleskins,
Y Pants,
Sun Ra,
Josef K,
Amon Düül,
Clear Light,
The Count Five,
Banda Bassotti,
The Move,
The Gladiators,
Harry Pussy,
Bush Tetras,
June of 44,
The Cramps,
The Fire Engines,
The Litter,
Niagra,
The Vogues,
the Germs,
Wings,
Quantec,
Pierre Henry,
The Zeros,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sugar Minott,
Faraquet,
Accadde A,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Sheep,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.