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 Chile and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 Banda Bassotti to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Bad Manners,
The United States of America,
Sun Ra,
Roxette,
Kerri Chandler,
The Busters,
Lower 48,
The Durutti Column,
The Modern Lovers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Tremeloes,
Metal Thangz,
Brick,
Agitation Free,
Monks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kevin Saunderson,
Radio Birdman,
Joy Division,
Young Marble Giants,
Altered Images,
Model 500,
Yaz,
Bauhaus,
JFA,
Albert Ayler,
Black Sheep,
Laurel Aitken,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eric Dolphy,
the Association,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wally Richardson,
the Bar-Kays,
Half Japanese,
Archie Shepp,
Marshall Jefferson,
Vainqueur,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash,
Depeche Mode,
Don Cherry,
Donald Byrd,
DNA,
Terry Callier,
Hardrive,
Niagra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nick Fraelich,
Stetsasonic,
Mr. Review,
Pussy Galore,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Byron Stingily,
The Remains,
Magma,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.