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 Greece and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Pharoah Sanders to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
UT,
Radiohead,
Minnie Riperton,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Coltrane,
Tubeway Army,
Marine Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Offenders,
the Normal,
cv313,
Magma,
Lindisfarne,
L. Decosne,
Blossom Toes,
Joy Division,
Blancmange,
Shuggie Otis,
the Slits,
Sixth Finger,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eric Dolphy,
Goldenarms,
Bluetip,
Crooked Eye,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The American Breed,
Arthur Verocai,
The Selecter,
Subhumans,
Al Stewart,
Television,
Jandek,
Jacob Miller,
New Age Steppers,
Ludus,
Scan 7,
Yusef Lateef,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rapeman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alphaville,
Rakim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Essential Logic,
One Last Wish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bang On A Can,
The Walker Brothers,
Glenn Branca,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ronan,
Desert Stars,
The Gap Band,
Dave Gahan,
Easy Going,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.