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 Comoros 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Walker Brothers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
The Fuzztones,
Yellowson,
Cheater Slicks,
Whodini,
Shoche,
Moby Grape,
Henry Cow,
The Gories,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rosa Yemen,
Junior Murvin,
Chris & Cosey,
Lebanon Hanover,
Intrusion,
The Dead C,
Reagan Youth,
Tubeway Army,
Kaleidoscope,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pulsallama,
Chris Corsano,
Animal Collective,
Albert Ayler,
Deepchord,
Anthony Braxton,
Bush Tetras,
Barry Ungar,
Roy Ayers,
Panda Bear,
Swell Maps,
The Birthday Party,
Audionom,
The Techniques,
The Misunderstood,
Clear Light,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Smog,
Laurel Aitken,
Fatback Band,
a-ha,
Boredoms,
The Names,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Susan Cadogan,
Pole,
Donny Hathaway,
New Order,
Marshall Jefferson,
Drive Like Jehu,
L. Decosne,
Groovy Waters,
Ohio Players,
the Sonics,
Radiopuhelimet,
DNA,
The Invisible,
Bobby Byrd,
Excepter,
Interpol,
Subhumans,
Alphaville,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.