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 Jamaica and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare 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 Henry Cow to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Moebius,
Yellowson,
Robert Görl,
Fela Kuti,
Steve Hackett,
The Residents,
Rufus Thomas,
EPMD,
Audionom,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gories,
The Motions,
John Coltrane,
Scratch Acid,
Pylon,
OOIOO,
Bobby Byrd,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Flag,
Marshall Jefferson,
Arab on Radar,
Cybotron,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Idris Muhammad,
Maurizio,
Pierre Henry,
Mr. Review,
Arcadia,
Kaleidoscope,
Maleditus Sound,
The Durutti Column,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grey Daturas,
MDC,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Y Pants,
Arthur Verocai,
Roy Ayers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Livin' Joy,
Pere Ubu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minutemen,
Ultravox,
48th St. Collective,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Evens,
Jandek,
Graham Central Station,
The Blues Magoos,
Tres Demented,
Gabor Szabo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marvin Gaye,
Inner City,
AZ,
Essential Logic,
Harmonia,
Liliput,
Niagra,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.