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 Cyprus and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron 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 Cal Tjader to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
The Fortunes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Saccharine Trust,
New Age Steppers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Christie,
Curtis Mayfield,
Juan Atkins,
Japan,
The Stooges,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Spandau Ballet,
Mars,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stiv Bators,
Thompson Twins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Essential Logic,
Gang of Four,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang Gang Dance,
Flash Fearless,
DNA,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Chris Corsano,
Idris Muhammad,
Sarah Menescal,
Erasure,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dark Day,
Rufus Thomas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Agent Orange,
Pagans,
The Doors,
Cluster,
Drexciya,
Hoover,
Bobby Byrd,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sandy B,
Deadbeat,
Gil Scott Heron,
Main Source,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Vladislav Delay,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roy Ayers,
World's Most,
Pantaleimon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fat Boys,
Mantronix,
Deepchord,
Arab on Radar,
Black Bananas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minutemen,
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.