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 Belize and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide 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 Bobby Womack to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Warren Ellis,
Television,
Bobby Womack,
The Fugs,
Sound Behaviour,
The Black Dice,
The Invisible,
Monks,
The Star Department,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
T. Rex,
These Immortal Souls,
Jeff Mills,
Kurtis Blow,
The Smoke,
Sexual Harrassment,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Saccharine Trust,
Flash Fearless,
D'Angelo,
Amon Düül,
The Human League,
U.S. Maple,
Bang On A Can,
The Slackers,
Tommy Roe,
Con Funk Shun,
Royal Trux,
Quando Quango,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sister Nancy,
Bad Manners,
Mary Jane Girls,
a-ha,
Alphaville,
Suburban Knight,
Tres Demented,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
New Age Steppers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aural Exciters,
Q and Not U,
Zapp,
Glambeats Corp.,
China Crisis,
Brothers Johnson,
Juan Atkins,
Susan Cadogan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Flesh Eaters,
Radiohead,
Brand Nubian,
The Modern Lovers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moebius,
JFA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Tremeloes,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.