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 Italy and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marc Almond to the jazz 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Second Layer,
The Techniques,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alphaville,
Delon & Dalcan,
Warren Ellis,
Ken Boothe,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wire,
Kenny Larkin,
Supertramp,
Chris & Cosey,
Camouflage,
cv313,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Motorama,
Alton Ellis,
U.S. Maple,
ABC,
Althea and Donna,
The Black Dice,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Human League,
Hot Snakes,
Morten Harket,
Michelle Simonal,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lakeside,
Soulsonic Force,
Hashim,
Man Parrish,
Kerri Chandler,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deadbeat,
Bronski Beat,
Aural Exciters,
Wasted Youth,
The Leaves,
In Retrospect,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flamin' Groovies,
Excepter,
Leonard Cohen,
Donny Hathaway,
Popol Vuh,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sister Nancy,
Glenn Branca,
Magma,
Jacob Miller,
The Golliwogs,
Jawbox,
Toni Rubio,
The Standells,
Malaria!,
Junior Murvin,
Eurythmics,
the Bar-Kays,
The Buckinghams,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeff Mills,
Frankie Knuckles,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.