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 Marshall Islands and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Delon & Dalcan to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Eden Ahbez,
Robert Wyatt,
Alphaville,
Pulsallama,
Sarah Menescal,
Circle Jerks,
Average White Band,
Mission of Burma,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gap Band,
Funky Four + One,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Cale,
the Association,
Ultra Naté,
Donald Byrd,
Arab on Radar,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Monks,
Pylon,
Marvin Gaye,
Q and Not U,
Groovy Waters,
The Residents,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Raincoats,
The Black Dice,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hoover,
Nirvana,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Max Romeo,
Freddie Wadling,
Lebanon Hanover,
Flipper,
John Foxx,
Audionom,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Skatalites,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barbara Tucker,
The Grass Roots,
Soft Machine,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gories,
A Certain Ratio,
Joensuu 1685,
Kool Moe Dee,
Harmonia,
Delon & Dalcan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eve St. Jones,
OOIOO,
The Gladiators,
Interpol,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.