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 Austria and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ 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 Brass Construction to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ 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 spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Bizarre Inc.,
Silicon Teens,
Amon Düül,
Minor Threat,
Rakim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rekid,
Nils Olav,
Spoonie Gee,
The Pretty Things,
T. Rex,
Sun Ra,
Supertramp,
The Cramps,
Desert Stars,
Neu!,
Adolescents,
Tres Demented,
John Lydon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang Starr,
Blake Baxter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Animal Collective,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Womack,
Sight & Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
Accadde A,
Wings,
E-Dancer,
Japan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Excepter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brothers Johnson,
Reagan Youth,
The Litter,
DJ Sneak,
Thee Headcoats,
The Star Department,
Amazonics,
Pole,
Graham Central Station,
Bad Manners,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Saints,
The Black Dice,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fall,
Derrick May,
Underground Resistance,
Wire,
Metal Thangz,
Grauzone,
Deepchord,
Boredoms,
Flipper,
Agitation Free,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.