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 Liberia and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Half Japanese to the dance 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
The Seeds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Raincoats,
June of 44,
Funkadelic,
the Swans,
Hoover,
Severed Heads,
Blancmange,
the Soft Cell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deepchord,
Kenny Larkin,
Youth Brigade,
New Age Steppers,
The Fire Engines,
Jeff Mills,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Harmonia,
Niagra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Von Mondo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joy Division,
Glenn Branca,
Juan Atkins,
Godley & Creme,
Silicon Teens,
Ohio Players,
Iggy Pop,
Popol Vuh,
Bang On A Can,
The Cowsills,
Marshall Jefferson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
B.T. Express,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Womack,
The Cure,
The Index,
Marmalade,
Camouflage,
ABC,
The Durutti Column,
Bush Tetras,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Graham Central Station,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eric Dolphy,
Althea and Donna,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Pus,
Soft Cell,
Magma,
The Trojans,
Al Stewart,
Alison Limerick,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.