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 Croatia and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet 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 Moebius to the funk 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
MDC,
Soft Cell,
Scan 7,
Goldenarms,
Shoche,
Average White Band,
Warren Ellis,
Swell Maps,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scrapy,
Scion,
John Lydon,
The Velvet Underground,
Chris Corsano,
CMW,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alphaville,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Buzzcocks,
Circle Jerks,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Sherman,
Wire,
Massinfluence,
Arthur Verocai,
Jerry's Kids,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minutemen,
The Selecter,
Sarah Menescal,
The Leaves,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Angels of Light,
Flash Fearless,
John Holt,
Bob Dylan,
Popol Vuh,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Babytalk,
A Certain Ratio,
Oneida,
Accadde A,
Japan,
Dual Sessions,
Neil Young,
New Age Steppers,
Max Romeo,
Mars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gladiators,
Amazonics,
Toni Rubio,
The J.B.'s,
Jacques Brel,
Gang Starr,
Godley & Creme,
Althea and Donna,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.