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 Croatia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Man Parrish to the crunk 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Deadbeat,
The Smiths,
Groovy Waters,
Thompson Twins,
Khruangbin,
Lucky Dragons,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Talk Talk,
The Happenings,
The Associates,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Golliwogs,
Dead Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Grass Roots,
John Foxx,
Ice-T,
Crooked Eye,
John Coltrane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Babytalk,
Boogie Down Productions,
Con Funk Shun,
Tommy Roe,
DJ Style,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tom Boy,
Kerri Chandler,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Johnny Clarke,
Dual Sessions,
Mad Mike,
Scientists,
Jerry's Kids,
Radiohead,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Clear Light,
The Saints,
Matthew Halsall,
World's Most,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cymande,
Camouflage,
Make Up,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Monolake,
The J.B.'s,
Pulsallama,
Tubeway Army,
The Dirtbombs,
Iggy Pop,
B.T. Express,
Absolute Body Control,
Yusef Lateef,
Blossom Toes,
Scratch Acid,
Electric Prunes,
Sonic Youth,
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.