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 Pakistan 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lee Hazlewood to the techno 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Robert Hood,
FM Einheit,
Minny Pops,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wally Richardson,
Derrick May,
Avey Tare,
Lalo Schifrin,
kango's stein massive,
Kaleidoscope,
Bauhaus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Desert Stars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
JFA,
Sister Nancy,
Cheater Slicks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Judy Mowatt,
Bill Wells,
Young Marble Giants,
Joey Negro,
The Gun Club,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Susan Cadogan,
Ronnie Foster,
Ohio Players,
Symarip,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Durutti Column,
Camberwell Now,
The Gories,
Traffic Nightmare,
Erasure,
Pere Ubu,
Bad Manners,
The Fall,
Slave,
The Martian,
Ossler,
Tears for Fears,
Sight & Sound,
Scrapy,
The Kinks,
Lightning Bolt,
Quando Quango,
Letta Mbulu,
Flash Fearless,
The Sonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Lydon,
Altered Images,
Sarah Menescal,
Echospace,
Robert Wyatt,
The Smoke,
Sun City Girls,
Liliput,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tim Buckley,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.