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 Chile and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sonic Youth to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Wings,
Chris & Cosey,
James White and The Blacks,
Yusef Lateef,
Cymande,
Wire,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crispian St. Peters,
JFA,
Average White Band,
H. Thieme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eric Copeland,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pere Ubu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jerry's Kids,
Cameo,
Royal Trux,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ronnie Foster,
The Evens,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hardrive,
The Cramps,
Cal Tjader,
the Bar-Kays,
Rites of Spring,
Motorama,
The Buckinghams,
The Star Department,
June Days,
Soft Cell,
Jacob Miller,
Bill Wells,
Crooked Eye,
Ossler,
Procol Harum,
Sixth Finger,
The Velvet Underground,
Can,
Animal Collective,
Mandrill,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Janne Schatter,
A Certain Ratio,
Technova,
Tim Buckley,
The Doors,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Swans,
The Remains,
Pantaleimon,
Donald Byrd,
World's Most,
Magma,
Aloha Tigers,
Smog,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.