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 Colombia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
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 theremin 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Kaleidoscope,
Nas,
Bobby Sherman,
Roy Ayers,
John Coltrane,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lakeside,
Harmonia,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Los Fastidios,
Ohio Players,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pole,
Sam Rivers,
PIL,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Music Machine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Absolute Body Control,
Pantytec,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
LL Cool J,
Crooked Eye,
Stetsasonic,
Stiv Bators,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tim Buckley,
Byron Stingily,
Fatback Band,
The Searchers,
Mad Mike,
Idris Muhammad,
Cheater Slicks,
The Birthday Party,
Peter and Kerry,
E-Dancer,
kango's stein massive,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Massinfluence,
The Blackbyrds,
The Walker Brothers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Piero Umiliani,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
New Age Steppers,
Swans,
Swell Maps,
Mission of Burma,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cybotron,
The Mojo Men,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sandy B,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Litter,
Robert Hood,
Banda Bassotti,
48th St. Collective,
The Trojans,
The Velvet Underground,
Don Cherry,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.