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 Grenada and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Hardrive to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Brass Construction,
Severed Heads,
Boredoms,
Wally Richardson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Goldenarms,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fuzztones,
Joy Division,
Joe Finger,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cheater Slicks,
Ornette Coleman,
Sugar Minott,
Q and Not U,
Dead Boys,
Colin Newman,
Kayak,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Section 25,
Cybotron,
Panda Bear,
Lyres,
Harry Pussy,
Bang On A Can,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flipper,
Al Stewart,
Average White Band,
Deadbeat,
Chris & Cosey,
Toni Rubio,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nico,
the Normal,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hashim,
John Coltrane,
Minny Pops,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Henry Cow,
Bob Dylan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jandek,
The Moody Blues,
Bluetip,
D'Angelo,
Spoonie Gee,
Mantronix,
The Zeros,
Lightning Bolt,
Laurel Aitken,
Faust,
Black Pus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harpers Bizarre,
Masters at Work,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.