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 Yemen and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Accadde A to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Juan Atkins,
Echospace,
Tommy Roe,
Mad Mike,
Scrapy,
Duran Duran,
Faust,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soft Machine,
Gastr Del Sol,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ornette Coleman,
Babytalk,
The Five Americans,
Groovy Waters,
Maleditus Sound,
The Offenders,
Niagra,
the Germs,
The Monochrome Set,
Ken Boothe,
Eric Copeland,
Scion,
Pantytec,
Tom Boy,
The Selecter,
Hashim,
Cal Tjader,
Swans,
The Martian,
Letta Mbulu,
The Barracudas,
Yellowson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Shoche,
Black Bananas,
Unrelated Segments,
Brand Nubian,
the Human League,
Wally Richardson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pussy Galore,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gerry Rafferty,
Basic Channel,
Pharoah Sanders,
U.S. Maple,
Pulsallama,
Pole,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Hutcherson,
June of 44,
The Durutti Column,
Lightning Bolt,
Motorama,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.