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 Estonia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum 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 Zapp to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
These Immortal Souls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Parry Music,
the Swans,
Carl Craig,
Magazine,
Rapeman,
Liliput,
The Electric Prunes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deadbeat,
Scan 7,
Yazoo,
Zero Boys,
The Misunderstood,
Ohio Players,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hasil Adkins,
Electric Prunes,
Quadrant,
Scientists,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Holt,
K-Klass,
Moss Icon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ponytail,
Soft Machine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang Green,
The Moleskins,
Tears for Fears,
Television Personalities,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
R.M.O.,
Scott Walker,
The Black Dice,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gun Club,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tom Boy,
The Cowsills,
The Names,
Amazonics,
The Grass Roots,
Massinfluence,
Fatback Band,
Bluetip,
Wire,
Minutemen,
Dark Day,
The Last Poets,
Donald Byrd,
Newcleus,
The Dead C,
Bobby Womack,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.