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 Turkey and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the rock 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Todd Rundgren,
Underground Resistance,
Loose Ends,
CMW,
Cymande,
Gang Gang Dance,
Suburban Knight,
The Birthday Party,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Isaac Hayes,
Cecil Taylor,
Scan 7,
New York Dolls,
Brick,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nirvana,
R.M.O.,
Charles Mingus,
Black Pus,
Brass Construction,
Yusef Lateef,
Bush Tetras,
The Cramps,
Whodini,
Lalann,
Gregory Isaacs,
Robert Hood,
Sixth Finger,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Buckinghams,
the Germs,
Marmalade,
Flamin' Groovies,
This Heat,
L. Decosne,
Japan,
The Sound,
Schoolly D,
Heaven 17,
Scientists,
Robert Görl,
Hoover,
The Tremeloes,
the Swans,
Con Funk Shun,
John Coltrane,
Colin Newman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Chris & Cosey,
Moebius,
Ludus,
Pierre Henry,
The Index,
Crime,
The Music Machine,
Tears for Fears,
Archie Shepp,
Mad Mike,
Delon & Dalcan,
Babytalk,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.