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 Germany and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the dance 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Ossler,
Oneida,
Fugazi,
The Dead C,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Last Poets,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Raincoats,
the Germs,
E-Dancer,
Derrick Morgan,
Byron Stingily,
Judy Mowatt,
Scientists,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Arthur Verocai,
Outsiders,
Echospace,
Talk Talk,
Alphaville,
Y Pants,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gong,
Harry Pussy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bang On A Can,
Pagans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Livin' Joy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alton Ellis,
Rapeman,
Pussy Galore,
Eden Ahbez,
The Saints,
The Residents,
Procol Harum,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stetsasonic,
Rod Modell,
Wally Richardson,
Bill Near,
The Walker Brothers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Star Department,
Spoonie Gee,
Steve Hackett,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mars,
Rites of Spring,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Davy DMX,
Easy Going,
Minutemen,
Fatback Band,
The Moleskins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Juan Atkins,
H. Thieme,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.