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 Greece and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Curtis Mayfield to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kaleidoscope,
The Red Krayola,
Ralphi Rosario,
Surgeon,
Organ,
In Retrospect,
Black Flag,
Clear Light,
Susan Cadogan,
Los Fastidios,
Robert Görl,
The Gladiators,
Scan 7,
Thee Headcoats,
John Cale,
Tomorrow,
Subhumans,
Inner City,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Basic Channel,
Saccharine Trust,
Massinfluence,
Laurel Aitken,
Nils Olav,
Dark Day,
Procol Harum,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harmonia,
Carl Craig,
Black Moon,
John Lydon,
Cecil Taylor,
Talk Talk,
Nico,
the Slits,
Essential Logic,
The Modern Lovers,
The Move,
the Human League,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
MDC,
Eden Ahbez,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cure,
The Blackbyrds,
Henry Cow,
The Knickerbockers,
Albert Ayler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Don Cherry,
Leonard Cohen,
JFA,
Trumans Water,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.