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 Canada and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 H. Thieme to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Todd Terry,
June Days,
Bill Wells,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wally Richardson,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Sherman,
Public Enemy,
Man Parrish,
Minny Pops,
Reagan Youth,
In Retrospect,
Lightning Bolt,
T. Rex,
Jeff Mills,
Brothers Johnson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alton Ellis,
Con Funk Shun,
Tom Boy,
Dual Sessions,
One Last Wish,
Yazoo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lakeside,
Scion,
Maurizio,
Marc Almond,
Television Personalities,
Bad Manners,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deakin,
The Pretty Things,
Gang Starr,
Joe Finger,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ludus,
Arthur Verocai,
Terry Callier,
Eurythmics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The J.B.'s,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Television,
Fat Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Vogues,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Liliput,
FM Einheit,
Buzzcocks,
Kenny Larkin,
The Pop Group,
Bluetip,
Little Man,
Fear,
Clear Light,
The Blues Magoos,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.