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 Sierra Leone and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Inner City,
Mantronix,
ABBA,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Q and Not U,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Raincoats,
Oneida,
The Move,
Excepter,
Infiniti,
Terrestrial Tones,
Al Stewart,
Nas,
John Lydon,
Dave Gahan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David Axelrod,
E-Dancer,
Henry Cow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camberwell Now,
Lungfish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Oblivians,
Boredoms,
Pantytec,
Shoche,
Tropical Tobacco,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Litter,
Donny Hathaway,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tres Demented,
Anthony Braxton,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stetsasonic,
T. Rex,
Tommy Roe,
Technova,
The Last Poets,
Negative Approach,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
Kayak,
Livin' Joy,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Pus,
The Happenings,
The Black Dice,
The Fugs,
R.M.O.,
Byron Stingily,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sonic Youth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Main Source,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.