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 Pakistan and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Cybotron to the funk 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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Bronski Beat,
Ossler,
Inner City,
Barry Ungar,
Rites of Spring,
Ronan,
Bad Manners,
Scrapy,
Blancmange,
Surgeon,
The Sonics,
Neil Young,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bill Near,
Motorama,
Icehouse,
Stockholm Monsters,
Drexciya,
The Residents,
Tim Buckley,
Black Sheep,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Half Japanese,
Matthew Bourne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Symarip,
Eli Mardock,
The Fugs,
Echospace,
Flamin' Groovies,
Curtis Mayfield,
Agent Orange,
Mad Mike,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Red Krayola,
Michelle Simonal,
Khruangbin,
The Selecter,
Oblivians,
kango's stein massive,
Tropical Tobacco,
Glenn Branca,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Slits,
The Trojans,
Animal Collective,
Rapeman,
Anthony Braxton,
Juan Atkins,
Hashim,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Moleskins,
Sun Ra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Count Five,
Sam Rivers,
Maleditus Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Boredoms,
Chris Corsano,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.