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 Bangladesh and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Au Pairs to the crunk 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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Unrelated Segments,
Maleditus Sound,
R.M.O.,
B.T. Express,
D'Angelo,
June Days,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grey Daturas,
The Real Kids,
Wire,
The United States of America,
The Cowsills,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blossom Toes,
Essential Logic,
These Immortal Souls,
Drexciya,
the Bar-Kays,
Inner City,
Todd Terry,
The Saints,
Lucky Dragons,
Marmalade,
Ponytail,
Kerri Chandler,
The Beau Brummels,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ronan,
Colin Newman,
Stiv Bators,
Skarface,
Shuggie Otis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
The J.B.'s,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Flag,
Rotary Connection,
Amazonics,
Eurythmics,
The Zeros,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gun Club,
The Mojo Men,
Max Romeo,
Al Stewart,
Faust,
The Fall,
Fugazi,
Sam Rivers,
The Monks,
The Black Dice,
Mark Hollis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Quantec,
Scott Walker,
Albert Ayler,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.