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 Namibia 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eric Dolphy 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
The Techniques,
Tres Demented,
Cybotron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hasil Adkins,
The Birthday Party,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aural Exciters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Carl Craig,
Index,
Andrew Hill,
La Düsseldorf,
Warren Ellis,
The Gories,
Bluetip,
Reuben Wilson,
Joensuu 1685,
Half Japanese,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Move,
Desert Stars,
The Index,
Subhumans,
Spoonie Gee,
Infiniti,
The Neon Judgement,
AZ,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Graham Central Station,
Sexual Harrassment,
Donny Hathaway,
H. Thieme,
The Seeds,
Lebanon Hanover,
Neil Young,
Slick Rick,
Sarah Menescal,
Roy Ayers,
The Invisible,
The Gap Band,
Youth Brigade,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Livin' Joy,
Jawbox,
Vainqueur,
Wire,
Chris Corsano,
Arthur Verocai,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Surgeon,
Masters at Work,
Joey Negro,
Pantytec,
Lungfish,
Ohio Players,
The Toasters,
Scratch Acid,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.