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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Joey Negro to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Visage,
the Slits,
Arcadia,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ludus,
Henry Cow,
Franke,
Crooked Eye,
Main Source,
Fad Gadget,
Newcleus,
Prince Buster,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Association,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tom Boy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ronan,
Thee Headcoats,
Lalann,
Banda Bassotti,
Moss Icon,
The Angels of Light,
Au Pairs,
Nirvana,
The Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pere Ubu,
Rosa Yemen,
Groovy Waters,
Chris & Cosey,
Essential Logic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Susan Cadogan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Neon Judgement,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Holt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Godley & Creme,
ABBA,
Minny Pops,
Kaleidoscope,
Scott Walker,
The Modern Lovers,
Aural Exciters,
Japan,
Dark Day,
John Foxx,
Suicide,
The Golliwogs,
Vladislav Delay,
Mad Mike,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
UT,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sam Rivers,
The Music Machine,
Kas Product,
Lindisfarne,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.