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 Nauru and from Spokane.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Moby Grape to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator 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 marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bill Wells,
Brand Nubian,
The Offenders,
June Days,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scrapy,
Joe Smooth,
Alice Coltrane,
Au Pairs,
La Düsseldorf,
X-Ray Spex,
Bronski Beat,
Soul II Soul,
Jerry's Kids,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Music Machine,
Chris & Cosey,
LL Cool J,
Oblivians,
Saccharine Trust,
Vladislav Delay,
Barrington Levy,
Average White Band,
Hot Snakes,
Motorama,
Babytalk,
Ken Boothe,
Amon Düül II,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Basic Channel,
Inner City,
Eric Copeland,
Alphaville,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Modern Lovers,
Unwound,
Wolf Eyes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joe Finger,
Gang Gang Dance,
Thee Headcoats,
The Index,
Bobby Womack,
The Pretty Things,
The Velvet Underground,
Donny Hathaway,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eli Mardock,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bang On A Can,
Infiniti,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Pus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Suburban Knight,
Eurythmics,
Gang Green,
L. Decosne,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.