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 Iran and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Japan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Sherman,
Quando Quango,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lalo Schifrin,
Amon Düül,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tears for Fears,
Boz Scaggs,
Pylon,
Judy Mowatt,
The Slackers,
One Last Wish,
Byron Stingily,
Bush Tetras,
Gichy Dan,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fire Engines,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lindisfarne,
Jeff Lynne,
The J.B.'s,
Quantec,
Roger Hodgson,
Cal Tjader,
Schoolly D,
Leonard Cohen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cymande,
The Pretty Things,
Fluxion,
Maurizio,
The Young Rascals,
Fear,
Groovy Waters,
KRS-One,
D'Angelo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Dead C,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Maleditus Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
Khruangbin,
Wally Richardson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Electric Prunes,
Panda Bear,
Joe Finger,
Donald Byrd,
Lower 48,
Kaleidoscope,
The Happenings,
Joy Division,
Whodini,
Reagan Youth,
Mr. Review,
Essential Logic,
the Human League,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.