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 Syria and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Essential Logic to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Maleditus Sound,
The Happenings,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kenny Larkin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Funkadelic,
Harmonia,
Jeff Mills,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sparks,
Marmalade,
Curtis Mayfield,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jacques Brel,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Green,
Josef K,
K-Klass,
Brick,
Reagan Youth,
AZ,
Sixth Finger,
The Fortunes,
Warsaw,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Standells,
The Red Krayola,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bill Wells,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mo-Dettes,
Masters at Work,
Tom Boy,
Gang of Four,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gong,
Q and Not U,
Suicide,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bang On A Can,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Misunderstood,
David McCallum,
Jawbox,
The Barracudas,
Tres Demented,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Seeds,
Tears for Fears,
Archie Shepp,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Judy Mowatt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
One Last Wish,
Zapp,
Japan,
The Dead C,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.