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 Azerbaijan and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Bobby Byrd,
Outsiders,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joyce Sims,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Flash Fearless,
Nirvana,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
OOIOO,
Drexciya,
David Axelrod,
Severed Heads,
These Immortal Souls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Robert Wyatt,
Juan Atkins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Surgeon,
Von Mondo,
Urselle,
Pantytec,
L. Decosne,
Warren Ellis,
Dual Sessions,
The Stooges,
CMW,
Deadbeat,
The Kinks,
the Soft Cell,
Radio Birdman,
H. Thieme,
The Birthday Party,
The Searchers,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Residents,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fugazi,
Dave Gahan,
The Associates,
Saccharine Trust,
The Move,
Sparks,
The Fire Engines,
Lindisfarne,
DNA,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sandy B,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Magazine,
Rapeman,
The Modern Lovers,
Amon Düül II,
Minor Threat,
The Remains,
Marine Girls,
Roxy Music,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.