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 Moldova and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 Ronnie Foster to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Don Cherry,
Ohio Players,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
June of 44,
Boogie Down Productions,
Josef K,
Jandek,
The Fuzztones,
Duran Duran,
Piero Umiliani,
Scott Walker,
The Busters,
Oblivians,
Delta 5,
Howard Jones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Modern Lovers,
Cecil Taylor,
Anakelly,
Amazonics,
Livin' Joy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Whodini,
Second Layer,
The Fire Engines,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pulsallama,
Carl Craig,
The Angels of Light,
The Music Machine,
The Seeds,
Y Pants,
KRS-One,
Arab on Radar,
The Black Dice,
Absolute Body Control,
Bootsy Collins,
Electric Prunes,
Urselle,
Massinfluence,
Marmalade,
Joy Division,
Robert Hood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aural Exciters,
ABC,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Monks,
Eden Ahbez,
Susan Cadogan,
The Names,
James Chance & The Contortions,
L. Decosne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kerrie Biddell,
Matthew Halsall,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Blues Magoos,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.