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 Belarus and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Johnny Clarke to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Joyce Sims,
David McCallum,
Terry Callier,
Alton Ellis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Niagra,
Model 500,
Dorothy Ashby,
Althea and Donna,
Gabor Szabo,
Skriet,
Sonic Youth,
Infiniti,
Chrome,
The Misunderstood,
The Knickerbockers,
Bill Wells,
Rekid,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Christie,
Brass Construction,
Massinfluence,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rakim,
Vainqueur,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Loose Ends,
MDC,
Easy Going,
Kas Product,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sandy B,
Bauhaus,
Michelle Simonal,
June Days,
Peter and Kerry,
Public Enemy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soul II Soul,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Danielle Patucci,
The New Christs,
Albert Ayler,
Agent Orange,
Supertramp,
Anthony Braxton,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camouflage,
Second Layer,
Suburban Knight,
Pantaleimon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.