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 Venezuela and from Calgary.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin 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 One Last Wish to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
PIL,
Magazine,
Wire,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Theoretical Girls,
The Raincoats,
Idris Muhammad,
Kas Product,
Visage,
Don Cherry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cluster,
Talk Talk,
Radiohead,
The Beau Brummels,
Nirvana,
The Smiths,
Danielle Patucci,
Jerry's Kids,
Minny Pops,
Drexciya,
Man Parrish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Electric Prunes,
Roger Hodgson,
Stiv Bators,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Residents,
Lalann,
Malaria!,
a-ha,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barry Ungar,
Radio Birdman,
The Martian,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marshall Jefferson,
DJ Style,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
China Crisis,
The Offenders,
Dawn Penn,
Severed Heads,
Scan 7,
Barrington Levy,
Shoche,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Delta 5,
Intrusion,
The Stooges,
Quando Quango,
Q65,
Eyeless In Gaza,
OOIOO,
The Doobie Brothers,
Accadde A,
The Names,
Rotary Connection,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.