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 Panama and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Raincoats to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
the Bar-Kays,
Sexual Harrassment,
The New Christs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Thompson Twins,
Nico,
Pet Shop Boys,
Neil Young,
Hoover,
Fad Gadget,
Tears for Fears,
Todd Terry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bluetip,
AZ,
Davy DMX,
Arthur Verocai,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Quantec,
The Durutti Column,
The Cure,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sound Behaviour,
The Kinks,
Soft Machine,
Little Man,
L. Decosne,
Smog,
The Shadows of Knight,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Peter & Gordon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ralphi Rosario,
Todd Rundgren,
the Slits,
Deakin,
The Moody Blues,
Gong,
Essential Logic,
The Mummies,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Television Personalities,
The Toasters,
Symarip,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yusef Lateef,
Amazonics,
Monks,
Spandau Ballet,
B.T. Express,
Marvin Gaye,
Skriet,
Cal Tjader,
Traffic Nightmare,
Delta 5,
Fat Boys,
Howard Jones,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.