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 Argentina and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Tubeway Army,
Basic Channel,
Cecil Taylor,
Harpers Bizarre,
Franke,
Grauzone,
Morten Harket,
Johnny Clarke,
Mission of Burma,
Aaron Thompson,
Swell Maps,
Echospace,
Skaos,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Livin' Joy,
Scion,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Electric Prunes,
The Red Krayola,
Stereo Dub,
Joyce Sims,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Sheep,
Toni Rubio,
Masters at Work,
The Move,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rakim,
Siglo XX,
Liliput,
Slave,
In Retrospect,
Sight & Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cramps,
Kaleidoscope,
Nik Kershaw,
Judy Mowatt,
The Modern Lovers,
Arab on Radar,
The Martian,
Wolf Eyes,
Q65,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
X-102,
Royal Trux,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Warsaw,
Sandy B,
Godley & Creme,
The Flesh Eaters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Subhumans,
X-Ray Spex,
Country Teasers,
The Associates,
The Fortunes,
Yaz,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.