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 Ecuador and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
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 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 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 Juan Atkins to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
The Beau Brummels,
Tomorrow,
Tears for Fears,
Crooked Eye,
Television,
Scrapy,
Blossom Toes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ossler,
Symarip,
La Düsseldorf,
Cluster,
Rosa Yemen,
Pierre Henry,
The Knickerbockers,
Althea and Donna,
Stockholm Monsters,
L. Decosne,
Monks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
U.S. Maple,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Josef K,
The Divine Comedy,
The Neon Judgement,
The Moleskins,
Lower 48,
Soft Machine,
Minor Threat,
Das Ding,
the Association,
Eric B and Rakim,
Talk Talk,
Ultimate Spinach,
New Age Steppers,
Newcleus,
Audionom,
EPMD,
F. McDonald,
The Names,
Jeru the Damaja,
Technova,
Gichy Dan,
FM Einheit,
Sparks,
Bobby Sherman,
Albert Ayler,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rites of Spring,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Byrd,
Magma,
Dave Gahan,
The Remains,
The Gories,
Warren Ellis,
Fugazi,
The Count Five,
Reagan Youth,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.