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 Bolivia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator 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 Crash Course in Science to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
The Cramps,
Youth Brigade,
The Sonics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Magma,
New Order,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blancmange,
the Human League,
Ultravox,
Barrington Levy,
Rod Modell,
Glenn Branca,
Idris Muhammad,
Porter Ricks,
Rites of Spring,
the Association,
The Red Krayola,
Andrew Hill,
Saccharine Trust,
Bang On A Can,
Boredoms,
Mary Jane Girls,
Josef K,
Japan,
Interpol,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Reagan Youth,
Main Source,
Bill Wells,
Flipper,
Tom Boy,
Joy Division,
H. Thieme,
Q and Not U,
Flash Fearless,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fuzztones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Colin Newman,
Iggy Pop,
The Mojo Men,
Pierre Henry,
The Angels of Light,
Gichy Dan,
Sandy B,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pagans,
Little Man,
48th St. Collective,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Green,
Archie Shepp,
The Blues Magoos,
Reuben Wilson,
Public Enemy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.