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 Botswana and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gregory Isaacs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
La Düsseldorf,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ituana,
Skaos,
Fear,
Young Marble Giants,
Radiopuhelimet,
Average White Band,
The Red Krayola,
Sexual Harrassment,
Charles Mingus,
Von Mondo,
LL Cool J,
Scientists,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Zeros,
Amon Düül II,
Davy DMX,
The Pretty Things,
The Alarm Clocks,
Quadrant,
Marmalade,
Girls At Our Best!,
Index,
Severed Heads,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ronnie Foster,
Pole,
Flipper,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cosmic Jokers,
JFA,
Kool Moe Dee,
MC5,
The Invisible,
Jeff Lynne,
Youth Brigade,
Qualms,
the Fania All-Stars,
Don Cherry,
Amon Düül,
Sonic Youth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Susan Cadogan,
Joensuu 1685,
Eurythmics,
Wings,
Oneida,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lalann,
D'Angelo,
X-101,
Jawbox,
Donald Byrd,
Marvin Gaye,
Graham Central Station,
The Shadows of Knight,
Chris Corsano,
Public Enemy,
Bush Tetras,
Pere Ubu,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.