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 Guatemala and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Pus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Alarm Clocks,
X-Ray Spex,
Chris Corsano,
The New Christs,
Black Flag,
Grandmaster Flash,
OOIOO,
Ohio Players,
Morten Harket,
the Germs,
Neil Young,
Aural Exciters,
Unrelated Segments,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Isaac Hayes,
The Dead C,
Leonard Cohen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Saints,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gichy Dan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Whodini,
The Gories,
The Leaves,
Todd Rundgren,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cybotron,
Malaria!,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Royal Trux,
Interpol,
Sun City Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yazoo,
Pussy Galore,
The Last Poets,
Peter and Kerry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mark Hollis,
Absolute Body Control,
Rotary Connection,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sandy B,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eden Ahbez,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Patti Smith,
Black Moon,
kango's stein massive,
Yellowson,
Glambeats Corp.,
R.M.O.,
Babytalk,
Trumans Water,
Joy Division,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.