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 Angola and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum 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 Symarip to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
The Smoke,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Con Funk Shun,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Clear Light,
Sällskapet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Archie Shepp,
Fela Kuti,
Amazonics,
Organ,
Guru Guru,
Skriet,
The Fugs,
Rufus Thomas,
X-Ray Spex,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Wake,
The Kinks,
Terry Callier,
Bang On A Can,
Bill Wells,
Eden Ahbez,
Moby Grape,
Radio Birdman,
Kenny Larkin,
The Human League,
The Slits,
Electric Prunes,
The Moleskins,
Gabor Szabo,
Metal Thangz,
Darondo,
Wolf Eyes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
T. Rex,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tres Demented,
Duran Duran,
Banda Bassotti,
Mr. Review,
Lyres,
Isaac Hayes,
Colin Newman,
Peter and Kerry,
The Doors,
The Evens,
Animal Collective,
This Heat,
Piero Umiliani,
T.S.O.L.,
Sixth Finger,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thee Headcoats,
Negative Approach,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.