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 Micronesia and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Reagan Youth to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Echospace,
Severed Heads,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chris Corsano,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Negative Approach,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fad Gadget,
Anthony Braxton,
Gil Scott Heron,
Masters at Work,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lakeside,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Suicide,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Livin' Joy,
E-Dancer,
Donald Byrd,
Smog,
The Five Americans,
Country Teasers,
Icehouse,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Monks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tom Boy,
Lightning Bolt,
Tropical Tobacco,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jerry's Kids,
Matthew Bourne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultra Naté,
Franke,
the Bar-Kays,
Steve Hackett,
10cc,
Gang Green,
the Soft Cell,
Make Up,
The United States of America,
The Associates,
Hoover,
Amon Düül II,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The J.B.'s,
Mark Hollis,
Cameo,
Electric Prunes,
Q65,
Altered Images,
Boz Scaggs,
Bang On A Can,
Yaz,
Joe Finger,
Danielle Patucci,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Reuben Wilson,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.