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 Luxembourg and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 Moby Grape to the grime 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Marcia Griffiths,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Technova,
John Holt,
This Heat,
Section 25,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brick,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Womack,
Peter & Gordon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Faraquet,
Visage,
Reagan Youth,
Zapp,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Shoche,
Pantaleimon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Loose Ends,
Duran Duran,
Can,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soulsonic Force,
Index,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Echospace,
The Gun Club,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fuzztones,
Glenn Branca,
Dorothy Ashby,
Masters at Work,
Whodini,
Aloha Tigers,
Funkadelic,
Gang of Four,
Marvin Gaye,
The Moody Blues,
the Bar-Kays,
Ohio Players,
Hoover,
Howard Jones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Danielle Patucci,
8 Eyed Spy,
Parry Music,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crooked Eye,
The Walker Brothers,
Swell Maps,
Joensuu 1685,
Sällskapet,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.