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 Uganda and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Interpol to the grime 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Oblivians,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gichy Dan,
Shoche,
Moby Grape,
Rotary Connection,
Japan,
Quando Quango,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eric Dolphy,
Sun City Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deakin,
Urselle,
Carl Craig,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Moleskins,
Cameo,
Drive Like Jehu,
U.S. Maple,
Gabor Szabo,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultra Naté,
Harry Pussy,
Arthur Verocai,
Maleditus Sound,
John Foxx,
Sparks,
The Stooges,
Theoretical Girls,
X-102,
Chris & Cosey,
Royal Trux,
Warsaw,
The Invisible,
Soft Machine,
Steve Hackett,
John Holt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Red Krayola,
Ronnie Foster,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Todd Terry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Raincoats,
David Axelrod,
the Germs,
Symarip,
Yazoo,
Thompson Twins,
Underground Resistance,
Circle Jerks,
Mad Mike,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fugs,
Jeff Mills,
Dead Boys,
The Techniques,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alton Ellis,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.