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 Argentina and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Grauzone to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Bobby Womack,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Moody Blues,
Infiniti,
Wolf Eyes,
the Sonics,
Wings,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Saccharine Trust,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Skriet,
The Blues Magoos,
Interpol,
The Remains,
Godley & Creme,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scion,
Kenny Larkin,
Blancmange,
Anthony Braxton,
Eli Mardock,
E-Dancer,
Electric Prunes,
Duran Duran,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Cale,
kango's stein massive,
Alphaville,
Procol Harum,
Joe Smooth,
The Leaves,
Marc Almond,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hoover,
Erykah Badu,
Ralphi Rosario,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Motions,
Jandek,
The Residents,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pierre Henry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brick,
Al Stewart,
Zapp,
Donny Hathaway,
The Stooges,
Black Pus,
Agitation Free,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Suburban Knight,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
One Last Wish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Donald Byrd,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.