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 Manila.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 ABC to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Masters at Work,
The Victims,
The Mummies,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sun City Girls,
Jacob Miller,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eurythmics,
Deadbeat,
LL Cool J,
Q and Not U,
The American Breed,
Glenn Branca,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scientists,
Television Personalities,
UT,
Surgeon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gories,
Rites of Spring,
Moebius,
Eden Ahbez,
Ronnie Foster,
The Moleskins,
Lower 48,
Maurizio,
Gang Starr,
Quando Quango,
Henry Cow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Excepter,
Supertramp,
The Real Kids,
Brass Construction,
Sun Ra,
Nirvana,
Morten Harket,
Cymande,
The Divine Comedy,
Steve Hackett,
Main Source,
Neil Young,
Blossom Toes,
Scrapy,
Delon & Dalcan,
EPMD,
Bobby Womack,
Blancmange,
Eli Mardock,
Godley & Creme,
One Last Wish,
Agent Orange,
Rotary Connection,
In Retrospect,
The Neon Judgement,
the Association,
Sarah Menescal,
The Last Poets,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.