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 Bangladesh and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Max Romeo to the rock 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Aloha Tigers,
Smog,
Tres Demented,
The Doobie Brothers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Christie,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fuzztones,
Sixth Finger,
Groovy Waters,
Barrington Levy,
Soul Sonic Force,
H. Thieme,
Ultravox,
Subhumans,
Pagans,
Massinfluence,
Bad Manners,
Gang Green,
Altered Images,
Siglo XX,
Rotary Connection,
Khruangbin,
Loose Ends,
Neu!,
Eric Dolphy,
Quando Quango,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Selecter,
Schoolly D,
The Tremeloes,
The Evens,
Blossom Toes,
Kayak,
Joey Negro,
The Angels of Light,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Isaac Hayes,
The Pretty Things,
Minnie Riperton,
Sugar Minott,
Soul II Soul,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Funkadelic,
U.S. Maple,
Bang On A Can,
The Gories,
Ultra Naté,
Jeru the Damaja,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
48th St. Collective,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Surgeon,
Eve St. Jones,
Donald Byrd,
The Alarm Clocks,
Susan Cadogan,
Dawn Penn,
X-102,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.