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 Swaziland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Robert Hood,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hot Snakes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Tremeloes,
Qualms,
Avey Tare,
The Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Kas Product,
The United States of America,
Gong,
The Gun Club,
Barclay James Harvest,
X-101,
Blancmange,
Laurel Aitken,
ABC,
Glambeats Corp.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stereo Dub,
Al Stewart,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Godley & Creme,
Thompson Twins,
Lucky Dragons,
Nils Olav,
Donald Byrd,
a-ha,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fuzztones,
Pantytec,
Bobby Byrd,
Rufus Thomas,
The Standells,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kaleidoscope,
Maleditus Sound,
Byron Stingily,
Minutemen,
The Young Rascals,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scion,
MDC,
FM Einheit,
Terry Callier,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Neon Judgement,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pylon,
Sonic Youth,
Smog,
New Order,
Ten City,
Funky Four + One,
T.S.O.L.,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.