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 Djibouti and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Chris Corsano to the grime 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Yazoo,
Icehouse,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tom Boy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
E-Dancer,
Section 25,
Eric Copeland,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Freddie Wadling,
Kenny Larkin,
Malaria!,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Glambeats Corp.,
Popol Vuh,
Radio Birdman,
Pere Ubu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Loose Ends,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Seeds,
Soul II Soul,
Slave,
ABC,
Lower 48,
The Move,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Donny Hathaway,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Radiohead,
The Kinks,
Unwound,
ABBA,
Archie Shepp,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fluxion,
Crash Course in Science,
Silicon Teens,
Television,
The Techniques,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gun Club,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Happenings,
Lalann,
Masters at Work,
L. Decosne,
Pagans,
KRS-One,
K-Klass,
Hoover,
The Saints,
The Real Kids,
Oneida,
Alice Coltrane,
Man Parrish,
Brass Construction,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.