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 Seychelles and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Soul Sonic Force to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eric Copeland,
Index,
Hasil Adkins,
Minor Threat,
Icehouse,
Y Pants,
Derrick May,
The Cowsills,
Mantronix,
Agitation Free,
Terry Callier,
EPMD,
Tomorrow,
Scott Walker,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Robert Görl,
Oblivians,
Godley & Creme,
The Flesh Eaters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Radio Birdman,
Heaven 17,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dennis Brown,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ten City,
Erasure,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Urselle,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Knickerbockers,
The Last Poets,
Minny Pops,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang of Four,
Don Cherry,
The Move,
Ronan,
The Human League,
Barbara Tucker,
New York Dolls,
Kerri Chandler,
X-102,
Lower 48,
Pantaleimon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Altered Images,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fatback Band,
Easy Going,
The Gun Club,
Inner City,
The Leaves,
Babytalk,
The Cramps,
Hashim,
The Stooges,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.