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 Liberia and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Al Stewart to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
The Remains,
Robert Görl,
Colin Newman,
Easy Going,
Bronski Beat,
Buzzcocks,
Howard Jones,
Lakeside,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gap Band,
Cymande,
The Stooges,
Roxette,
Rosa Yemen,
Pole,
Funkadelic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Harmonia,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Clear Light,
Ornette Coleman,
Scan 7,
Crime,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mandrill,
Barclay James Harvest,
David McCallum,
Davy DMX,
Rekid,
Kerrie Biddell,
Y Pants,
Sparks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brand Nubian,
Donny Hathaway,
The Standells,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fluxion,
Stiv Bators,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Mummies,
The American Breed,
Amazonics,
Michelle Simonal,
Delon & Dalcan,
Chris & Cosey,
Sugar Minott,
Aaron Thompson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang Green,
Public Enemy,
Masters at Work,
Alton Ellis,
Lightning Bolt,
Susan Cadogan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultra Naté,
Marc Almond,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.