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 Uganda and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Joe Finger to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Marc Almond,
Black Moon,
Nik Kershaw,
Mary Jane Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ponytail,
The Smiths,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
kango's stein massive,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Lydon,
Bobby Byrd,
Iggy Pop,
Henry Cow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mantronix,
Arab on Radar,
Youth Brigade,
The Happenings,
Bill Wells,
Dorothy Ashby,
Toni Rubio,
Nirvana,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Das Ding,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Babytalk,
H. Thieme,
JFA,
Public Enemy,
Marine Girls,
David Bowie,
Magma,
Kerri Chandler,
Suicide,
Agent Orange,
Man Parrish,
Parry Music,
Bootsy Collins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Lynne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Don Cherry,
The Wake,
Cameo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pantaleimon,
Stiv Bators,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Interpol,
Girls At Our Best!,
Erasure,
Warsaw,
Ten City,
The Divine Comedy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brand Nubian,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed,
Leonard Cohen,
Bob Dylan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.