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 Benin and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 China Crisis to the disco 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Zapp,
Organ,
Erasure,
Oneida,
Morten Harket,
Carl Craig,
The Litter,
Babytalk,
Brass Construction,
Chris & Cosey,
The Tremeloes,
Moss Icon,
Los Fastidios,
Terry Callier,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Groovy Waters,
The Fire Engines,
Pussy Galore,
Josef K,
The Fall,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Toasters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stiv Bators,
Rekid,
Boz Scaggs,
The Durutti Column,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Real Kids,
Warren Ellis,
Wolf Eyes,
Supertramp,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Trojans,
The Electric Prunes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Spandau Ballet,
The Red Krayola,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Slick Rick,
Kerri Chandler,
Model 500,
Depeche Mode,
KRS-One,
Excepter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pere Ubu,
Essential Logic,
Suburban Knight,
Livin' Joy,
The Moleskins,
Index,
Anthony Braxton,
Dawn Penn,
Todd Terry,
Gang of Four,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.