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 Cyprus and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Peter and Kerry to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Morten Harket,
48th St. Collective,
The Tremeloes,
Motorama,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Robert Wyatt,
The Techniques,
Nas,
A Certain Ratio,
Severed Heads,
Sam Rivers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Magazine,
Cheater Slicks,
Magma,
LL Cool J,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pagans,
Scott Walker,
David McCallum,
Black Bananas,
The Wake,
Bill Near,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jandek,
Erykah Badu,
UT,
Albert Ayler,
Soul Sonic Force,
Warsaw,
Joe Finger,
Surgeon,
Underground Resistance,
Dennis Brown,
The Evens,
The Golliwogs,
The Smoke,
Lower 48,
Slave,
the Normal,
Visage,
Inner City,
KRS-One,
Wire,
Hashim,
Boredoms,
Ralphi Rosario,
Quantec,
Babytalk,
Bang On A Can,
Donny Hathaway,
Erasure,
ABC,
Joyce Sims,
Y Pants,
Junior Murvin,
Jimmy McGriff,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.