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 Hungary and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 Rufus Thomas to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Rites of Spring,
Freddie Wadling,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Modern Lovers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dual Sessions,
Oblivians,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fela Kuti,
Mission of Burma,
Pantytec,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New Order,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Evens,
Dorothy Ashby,
Moebius,
Bluetip,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eric Dolphy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Anakelly,
Donald Byrd,
48th St. Collective,
Robert Görl,
Alice Coltrane,
The Music Machine,
Minutemen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Underground Resistance,
Sarah Menescal,
L. Decosne,
Theoretical Girls,
Royal Trux,
Echospace,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sex Pistols,
Qualms,
Joy Division,
E-Dancer,
Minor Threat,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Pop Group,
Blake Baxter,
Depeche Mode,
Byron Stingily,
Excepter,
Porter Ricks,
Nik Kershaw,
Bootsy Collins,
The Walker Brothers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rosa Yemen,
Maurizio,
Pussy Galore,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.