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 Uruguay and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 Michelle Simonal to the crunk 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DJ Sneak,
Soul Sonic Force,
Motorama,
John Foxx,
Judy Mowatt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Peter and Kerry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Invisible,
The Cure,
Spoonie Gee,
The Pretty Things,
Albert Ayler,
Skaos,
Joey Negro,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fall,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lucky Dragons,
Cymande,
Roxy Music,
Tom Boy,
Amazonics,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lalann,
ABC,
Iggy Pop,
Black Sheep,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Thee Headcoats,
kango's stein massive,
Das Ding,
Rapeman,
Wally Richardson,
The Happenings,
Scientists,
Magazine,
Soul II Soul,
Stiv Bators,
Chris Corsano,
Zero Boys,
Joyce Sims,
Crime,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pagans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ken Boothe,
Gong,
Black Moon,
H. Thieme,
The Toasters,
Blossom Toes,
The Martian,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
X-102,
the Sonics,
Neu!,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Mojo Men,
Idris Muhammad,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.