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 Iceland and from Accra.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Lou Reed 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 Glambeats Corp. to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Arab on Radar,
Fluxion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
David McCallum,
Eric Copeland,
Cheater Slicks,
Warsaw,
Sun City Girls,
Mr. Review,
New Age Steppers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Warren Ellis,
Al Stewart,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soulsonic Force,
Eddi Front,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barbara Tucker,
Babytalk,
UT,
The Misunderstood,
The Standells,
Erasure,
Alison Limerick,
Yellowson,
The Red Krayola,
The Fugs,
Rakim,
Sixth Finger,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nas,
Tommy Roe,
Zapp,
Supertramp,
Animal Collective,
The Seeds,
Schoolly D,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Outsiders,
Jeru the Damaja,
Easy Going,
Bauhaus,
The Dirtbombs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brand Nubian,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Star Department,
Lalann,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joe Smooth,
Anthony Braxton,
KRS-One,
The Motions,
The Monks,
Symarip,
Gichy Dan,
Todd Rundgren,
Mission of Burma,
the Fania All-Stars,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.