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 St Kitts & Nevis and from New York.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Mantronix to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deepchord,
Alton Ellis,
Brass Construction,
Bluetip,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nirvana,
Black Moon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fortunes,
Arthur Verocai,
Sex Pistols,
Supertramp,
Loose Ends,
The Alarm Clocks,
PIL,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Skriet,
Vladislav Delay,
DNA,
Jeff Mills,
Agent Orange,
Albert Ayler,
Crash Course in Science,
Yusef Lateef,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
kango's stein massive,
Sarah Menescal,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang Starr,
Marmalade,
June Days,
The Remains,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Theoretical Girls,
Bad Manners,
Charles Mingus,
The Residents,
Half Japanese,
Surgeon,
Tim Buckley,
Graham Central Station,
Steve Hackett,
Fad Gadget,
Depeche Mode,
Unwound,
Los Fastidios,
Ultimate Spinach,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pussy Galore,
Fluxion,
D'Angelo,
The Dave Clark Five,
New Age Steppers,
Roger Hodgson,
Jandek,
Intrusion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Electric Prunes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.