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 Iceland and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator 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 The Human League to the rock 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ten City,
The Divine Comedy,
Zero Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Martian,
Fluxion,
Morten Harket,
a-ha,
Amon Düül,
The Real Kids,
Henry Cow,
Mantronix,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pantytec,
Soul II Soul,
Moebius,
MC5,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fortunes,
Skaos,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eve St. Jones,
Quantec,
Avey Tare,
Nico,
Lightning Bolt,
The Leaves,
Von Mondo,
Grey Daturas,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Holt,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ice-T,
Sun Ra,
the Normal,
Terry Callier,
Kas Product,
Youth Brigade,
The American Breed,
Funky Four + One,
New Order,
Brass Construction,
Reuben Wilson,
Brick,
Livin' Joy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crooked Eye,
Visage,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jesper Dahlback,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eric Dolphy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nik Kershaw,
Mark Hollis,
Qualms,
The Doobie Brothers,
Neil Young,
Au Pairs,
Brothers Johnson,
Shoche,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.