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 Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the rock 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Josef K,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pole,
Bill Wells,
Roy Ayers,
The Names,
The Residents,
B.T. Express,
Saccharine Trust,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Television,
Negative Approach,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Standells,
These Immortal Souls,
Sun Ra,
Freddie Wadling,
Fat Boys,
Joyce Sims,
X-101,
Barbara Tucker,
Dave Gahan,
Kas Product,
Dorothy Ashby,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
KRS-One,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sister Nancy,
Parry Music,
Rod Modell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
Jesper Dahlback,
Laurel Aitken,
Absolute Body Control,
Quantec,
Gichy Dan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gong,
Ash Ra Tempel,
David McCallum,
Nico,
Jimmy McGriff,
D'Angelo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marine Girls,
Joe Finger,
June of 44,
Deepchord,
The Trojans,
The Angels of Light,
Graham Central Station,
the Association,
Massinfluence,
The Barracudas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pantytec,
Nas,
Sun City Girls,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.