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 Uzbekistan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Massinfluence to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Fluxion,
Ossler,
Kurtis Blow,
The Victims,
The Residents,
Franke,
The Trojans,
Gabor Szabo,
The Divine Comedy,
Tom Boy,
Radio Birdman,
Ronnie Foster,
Ralphi Rosario,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mo-Dettes,
Janne Schatter,
Swans,
Surgeon,
The Skatalites,
Bronski Beat,
Banda Bassotti,
Nick Fraelich,
the Sonics,
The Cowsills,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joe Finger,
Henry Cow,
Silicon Teens,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Excepter,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Young Rascals,
The Busters,
Unrelated Segments,
Pantaleimon,
Moby Grape,
kango's stein massive,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Audionom,
Vainqueur,
Jacques Brel,
Ronan,
the Slits,
A Certain Ratio,
Theoretical Girls,
Fatback Band,
JFA,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
cv313,
Magma,
Black Bananas,
Sarah Menescal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Graham Central Station,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Seeds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cramps,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Whodini,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.