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 Estonia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 New Age Steppers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
The Index,
Subhumans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tears for Fears,
Magma,
June Days,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Von Mondo,
Loose Ends,
Crash Course in Science,
X-102,
Quantec,
Camberwell Now,
Blake Baxter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun City Girls,
Basic Channel,
Connie Case,
Spandau Ballet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
D'Angelo,
10cc,
Youth Brigade,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
F. McDonald,
EPMD,
Pere Ubu,
Young Marble Giants,
Kool Moe Dee,
JFA,
The Misunderstood,
KRS-One,
Yaz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Buckinghams,
Anthony Braxton,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roy Ayers,
the Association,
Camouflage,
The Saints,
Radiohead,
Depeche Mode,
Au Pairs,
The Slits,
Severed Heads,
Sällskapet,
Barry Ungar,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Happenings,
Ken Boothe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neu!,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
The Blackbyrds,
Neil Young,
Soul II Soul,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.