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 Ghana and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Yaz to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dead Boys,
Colin Newman,
Lungfish,
Thee Headcoats,
Oneida,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nils Olav,
Silicon Teens,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Byrd,
Lakeside,
Monolake,
Hardrive,
DJ Sneak,
Funky Four + One,
The Saints,
The Dave Clark Five,
Babytalk,
Eve St. Jones,
Rapeman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joensuu 1685,
Aural Exciters,
Don Cherry,
EPMD,
Magma,
Judy Mowatt,
MDC,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash,
10cc,
Shoche,
Tears for Fears,
The Wake,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
KRS-One,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Young Marble Giants,
Sun Ra,
The Velvet Underground,
Letta Mbulu,
Harmonia,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Michelle Simonal,
Skarface,
Radio Birdman,
Q and Not U,
Blancmange,
The Walker Brothers,
Qualms,
Underground Resistance,
Glenn Branca,
Altered Images,
The Victims,
Wasted Youth,
The Techniques,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.