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 Belize and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Basic Channel 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Delon & Dalcan,
Severed Heads,
John Foxx,
Loose Ends,
Dual Sessions,
Ultra Naté,
The Modern Lovers,
Harmonia,
The Slackers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Swans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bauhaus,
The Doors,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Blackbyrds,
Roger Hodgson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Godley & Creme,
Mission of Burma,
The Sonics,
Mr. Review,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Kinks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Leonard Cohen,
Tropical Tobacco,
Y Pants,
The Durutti Column,
The Divine Comedy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Junior Murvin,
Ornette Coleman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Grass Roots,
48th St. Collective,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Public Image Ltd.,
ABBA,
The Misunderstood,
Tomorrow,
Mo-Dettes,
The Buckinghams,
The Invisible,
Country Teasers,
The Cramps,
Panda Bear,
Shuggie Otis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dave Gahan,
Donny Hathaway,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tommy Roe,
Andrew Hill,
Niagra,
Chrome,
Ronan,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.