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 Equatorial Guinea and from Halifax.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Johnny Clarke to the funk 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 The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
48th St. Collective,
The Invisible,
Infiniti,
Echospace,
New Order,
World's Most,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brass Construction,
The Shadows of Knight,
Toni Rubio,
Ituana,
The Durutti Column,
James White and The Blacks,
Johnny Clarke,
Aaron Thompson,
Funkadelic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultra Naté,
Cecil Taylor,
Ponytail,
Fear,
Matthew Bourne,
Davy DMX,
Roxette,
Zero Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jeff Lynne,
Sällskapet,
F. McDonald,
Bluetip,
Second Layer,
The Searchers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sonic Youth,
The New Christs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gil Scott Heron,
Duran Duran,
Eric Dolphy,
The Skatalites,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Guru Guru,
Theoretical Girls,
The Vogues,
Loose Ends,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Animal Collective,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Happenings,
Cheater Slicks,
Radio Birdman,
Todd Rundgren,
Niagra,
Unwound,
The Residents,
The Doors,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Flag,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.