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 Uganda and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Little Man to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nick Fraelich,
Niagra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Japan,
H. Thieme,
Main Source,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Birthday Party,
The Gladiators,
Blossom Toes,
Andrew Hill,
Soft Machine,
Swell Maps,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Prince Buster,
Gong,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Bananas,
The Walker Brothers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lower 48,
Ohio Players,
Los Fastidios,
EPMD,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fela Kuti,
Fluxion,
8 Eyed Spy,
Parry Music,
Joensuu 1685,
Trumans Water,
Glenn Branca,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grey Daturas,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gap Band,
Mandrill,
Scientists,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Warren Ellis,
Cheater Slicks,
Pantytec,
Brothers Johnson,
PIL,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Red Krayola,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fall,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fat Boys,
John Foxx,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Letta Mbulu,
Wolf Eyes,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.