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 Norway and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Chic 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the dance 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Niagra,
Spandau Ballet,
Kas Product,
Avey Tare,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tom Boy,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Bananas,
Japan,
Los Fastidios,
Nils Olav,
T. Rex,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
One Last Wish,
Wolf Eyes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aural Exciters,
Alison Limerick,
Mary Jane Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
T.S.O.L.,
Sam Rivers,
Pulsallama,
Subhumans,
Ronan,
The Associates,
Infiniti,
Make Up,
Ornette Coleman,
Joe Smooth,
Robert Görl,
The Standells,
Lyres,
10cc,
Skriet,
The Last Poets,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Maurizio,
The Litter,
Don Cherry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ponytail,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Porter Ricks,
The Sonics,
Sonic Youth,
Deakin,
Judy Mowatt,
Lightning Bolt,
Tres Demented,
the Sonics,
Essential Logic,
Scion,
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.