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 Canada and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sonny Sharrock to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
The Slackers,
Television,
ABBA,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rotary Connection,
The Selecter,
Soulsonic Force,
The Litter,
Buzzcocks,
In Retrospect,
K-Klass,
Nils Olav,
John Cale,
Aloha Tigers,
The Human League,
Technova,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Byrd,
Tubeway Army,
Severed Heads,
Ultra Naté,
Rapeman,
Eve St. Jones,
Supertramp,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Animal Collective,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Qualms,
The Searchers,
Cheater Slicks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brand Nubian,
Judy Mowatt,
Yazoo,
Grey Daturas,
Monolake,
Panda Bear,
The Martian,
Delon & Dalcan,
Organ,
Dave Gahan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Michelle Simonal,
Alton Ellis,
David Bowie,
Rod Modell,
Ken Boothe,
Cecil Taylor,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Goldenarms,
John Coltrane,
Delta 5,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Heaven 17,
Thompson Twins,
The United States of America,
The Pop Group,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.