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 Afghanistan and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 La Düsseldorf 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Steve Hackett,
The Grass Roots,
Tim Buckley,
Nirvana,
Throbbing Gristle,
Duran Duran,
The Last Poets,
The Blues Magoos,
Lakeside,
Tears for Fears,
Average White Band,
The Fuzztones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Buzzcocks,
Aural Exciters,
the Bar-Kays,
Lindisfarne,
Rapeman,
Severed Heads,
the Association,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Trojans,
Skarface,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Sonics,
Henry Cow,
The Dave Clark Five,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Walker Brothers,
Hashim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Carl Craig,
The Moody Blues,
Crooked Eye,
Warren Ellis,
Intrusion,
Siglo XX,
Trumans Water,
U.S. Maple,
Bush Tetras,
Terry Callier,
Sarah Menescal,
Altered Images,
Stereo Dub,
Soul Sonic Force,
Maleditus Sound,
June of 44,
Marc Almond,
The Fortunes,
Mark Hollis,
Nick Fraelich,
Sparks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vladislav Delay,
Radio Birdman,
the Soft Cell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Silicon Teens,
Scion,
Bobby Byrd,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Sherman,
Crispian St. Peters,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.