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 Djibouti and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Ohio Players to the electroclash 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
The Move,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dual Sessions,
Warren Ellis,
Index,
Ice-T,
Quantec,
Sex Pistols,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Connie Case,
Camberwell Now,
Yellowson,
Letta Mbulu,
Fear,
The Kinks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Popol Vuh,
Roxy Music,
Barry Ungar,
Pylon,
The Knickerbockers,
Bang On A Can,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sparks,
Charles Mingus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Angry Samoans,
Slick Rick,
Von Mondo,
Stereo Dub,
Chris & Cosey,
The Smiths,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barrington Levy,
Eddi Front,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Iggy Pop,
Newcleus,
These Immortal Souls,
Marine Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Brothers Johnson,
The New Christs,
Lyres,
Jeff Lynne,
Wolf Eyes,
The Doors,
Nirvana,
Sandy B,
The Remains,
Negative Approach,
Lalo Schifrin,
Radio Birdman,
Arab on Radar,
48th St. Collective,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Womack,
Ituana,
Subhumans,
The Velvet Underground,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.