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 Philippines and from Taipei.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rakim to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Swell Maps,
Vainqueur,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minnie Riperton,
Index,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Kinks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camberwell Now,
Nick Fraelich,
Glambeats Corp.,
New York Dolls,
China Crisis,
F. McDonald,
The United States of America,
Pharoah Sanders,
Robert Hood,
Sight & Sound,
The Sound,
Skarface,
R.M.O.,
Sun Ra,
Sparks,
Cymande,
H. Thieme,
Parry Music,
D'Angelo,
Matthew Halsall,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joyce Sims,
Masters at Work,
Man Eating Sloth,
Excepter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Foxx,
DNA,
Judy Mowatt,
Absolute Body Control,
Maleditus Sound,
Von Mondo,
Scrapy,
Harmonia,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Sheep,
Kerri Chandler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cameo,
X-101,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fire Engines,
The Names,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.