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 Cuba and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the rap 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Little Man,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Foxx,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mr. Review,
Nas,
The Mojo Men,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Skriet,
Sun City Girls,
Tres Demented,
Scratch Acid,
Minutemen,
Deakin,
E-Dancer,
Joyce Sims,
Khruangbin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fall,
The Remains,
The Saints,
Bizarre Inc.,
Essential Logic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
David Axelrod,
Ultravox,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Human League,
Procol Harum,
Echospace,
Joe Finger,
Faust,
a-ha,
T. Rex,
Eli Mardock,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Angels of Light,
Agitation Free,
The Mummies,
Porter Ricks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Pretty Things,
Reagan Youth,
Fluxion,
Blossom Toes,
Bob Dylan,
Con Funk Shun,
Index,
The Victims,
Roy Ayers,
Tears for Fears,
Intrusion,
The Raincoats,
John Holt,
Sarah Menescal,
The Monks,
Yusef Lateef,
Wings,
Donald Byrd,
Main Source,
Theoretical Girls,
Slick Rick,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.