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 Manchester.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Offenders to the electroclash 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Althea and Donna,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kayak,
Black Sheep,
Heaven 17,
Crooked Eye,
Qualms,
Silicon Teens,
Trumans Water,
Niagra,
Letta Mbulu,
Arcadia,
Icehouse,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Count Five,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Interpol,
Bluetip,
The Tremeloes,
One Last Wish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soulsonic Force,
The Birthday Party,
Idris Muhammad,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Banda Bassotti,
Electric Prunes,
The Standells,
Sight & Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fad Gadget,
Joyce Sims,
L. Decosne,
Ohio Players,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Newcleus,
Nick Fraelich,
Warren Ellis,
Crime,
Hardrive,
Scientists,
Loose Ends,
Con Funk Shun,
Hoover,
Dark Day,
Metal Thangz,
The Golliwogs,
Eric Dolphy,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fugs,
John Cale,
U.S. Maple,
Don Cherry,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.