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 South Sudan and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 Jimmy McGriff to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
The Buckinghams,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Christie,
Eddi Front,
The Velvet Underground,
Janne Schatter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Severed Heads,
The Mummies,
The American Breed,
Stetsasonic,
Kerri Chandler,
Japan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Peter and Kerry,
UT,
Section 25,
The Saints,
Gichy Dan,
Moss Icon,
Liliput,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Offenders,
The Star Department,
Con Funk Shun,
Eli Mardock,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yellowson,
Can,
The Wake,
Nirvana,
the Sonics,
Animal Collective,
Outsiders,
Sister Nancy,
Ornette Coleman,
Zero Boys,
The Cure,
The Invisible,
Reagan Youth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Anthony Braxton,
Massinfluence,
Prince Buster,
In Retrospect,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fall,
Sun Ra,
Laurel Aitken,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
F. McDonald,
The Barracudas,
June of 44,
The Gladiators,
Moebius,
Quantec,
David McCallum,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.