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 Belgium and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin 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 Robert Wyatt to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Barclay James Harvest,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Television,
Arcadia,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultravox,
The Barracudas,
Outsiders,
Barbara Tucker,
The Black Dice,
Tom Boy,
Joy Division,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Al Stewart,
Hot Snakes,
Jeff Lynne,
Bob Dylan,
Chris & Cosey,
Yaz,
Aaron Thompson,
Big Daddy Kane,
OOIOO,
Lakeside,
DJ Style,
Jerry's Kids,
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Görl,
Harmonia,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pole,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Thompson Twins,
Matthew Bourne,
Qualms,
Nick Fraelich,
Cal Tjader,
The Victims,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Blake Baxter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nico,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Glenn Branca,
Bang On A Can,
Sugar Minott,
Slave,
Visage,
Dead Boys,
Echospace,
Mad Mike,
Sonny Sharrock,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eden Ahbez,
Bush Tetras,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fela Kuti,
Subhumans,
Aural Exciters,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.