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 Seychelles and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Moebius to the grime 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Eric Dolphy,
Alton Ellis,
L. Decosne,
Funkadelic,
Ludus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rapeman,
Country Teasers,
Angry Samoans,
Scion,
the Normal,
Ronnie Foster,
Amon Düül,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Symarip,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minny Pops,
Lou Christie,
T.S.O.L.,
Wasted Youth,
Wire,
Boz Scaggs,
Neu!,
Icehouse,
X-101,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rotary Connection,
Agent Orange,
Half Japanese,
Flash Fearless,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Byrd,
Roxy Music,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lungfish,
Lakeside,
K-Klass,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Litter,
Index,
Loose Ends,
Marine Girls,
The Fall,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Newcleus,
Guru Guru,
Khruangbin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Juan Atkins,
D'Angelo,
Grey Daturas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Funky Four + One,
ABC,
Cal Tjader,
Yaz,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.