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 Barbados and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Anthony Braxton to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
The Remains,
cv313,
John Holt,
Skaos,
The Gap Band,
Sugar Minott,
Television,
Faust,
Country Teasers,
The Dirtbombs,
Pere Ubu,
Nas,
Section 25,
Gang Gang Dance,
June Days,
The Moleskins,
Deakin,
Urselle,
Cheater Slicks,
Electric Prunes,
Danielle Patucci,
Yellowson,
Gichy Dan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kerri Chandler,
The Five Americans,
Unrelated Segments,
Yaz,
Joe Finger,
The Wake,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Spandau Ballet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grauzone,
Ultra Naté,
Sam Rivers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marc Almond,
Au Pairs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Masters at Work,
Fad Gadget,
Ice-T,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Wolf Eyes,
The Red Krayola,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rites of Spring,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brick,
Agent Orange,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Metal Thangz,
Aural Exciters,
Thompson Twins,
The Modern Lovers,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.