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 Syria and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 The Shadows of Knight to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Echospace,
The Remains,
Ituana,
Franke,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wolf Eyes,
Zapp,
Pussy Galore,
Rosa Yemen,
James White and The Blacks,
Panda Bear,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hot Snakes,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gories,
Mandrill,
Animal Collective,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roxy Music,
The Mummies,
Fela Kuti,
Heaven 17,
Organ,
The Count Five,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Real Kids,
Agent Orange,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Offenders,
Barbara Tucker,
John Foxx,
The Searchers,
Pagans,
Faraquet,
Soul II Soul,
Magazine,
This Heat,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cowsills,
The Modern Lovers,
Simply Red,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pantytec,
Zero Boys,
Bad Manners,
CMW,
Darondo,
Piero Umiliani,
Boogie Down Productions,
Model 500,
Youth Brigade,
Jacob Miller,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Angry Samoans,
Steve Hackett,
ABBA,
Bob Dylan,
The Dead C,
Radiopuhelimet,
Chris & Cosey,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.