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 Guinea and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 Das Ding to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Arcadia,
Nico,
Pantytec,
Au Pairs,
Public Enemy,
Rotary Connection,
Wolf Eyes,
the Germs,
Infiniti,
Rod Modell,
Cymande,
Jerry Gold Smith,
F. McDonald,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang Starr,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grauzone,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
Joey Negro,
Sandy B,
Livin' Joy,
Harry Pussy,
Animal Collective,
Tropical Tobacco,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fat Boys,
The Slits,
Excepter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Anthony Braxton,
ABC,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Offenders,
Amon Düül,
Minutemen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pagans,
Joe Finger,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Blues Magoos,
Audionom,
Monolake,
Index,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scan 7,
Mo-Dettes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Magma,
Lyres,
Fear,
Isaac Hayes,
Y Pants,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Peter & Gordon,
Television Personalities,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.