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 Zambia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 Wally Richardson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Newcleus,
Hot Snakes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barrington Levy,
Clear Light,
JFA,
Carl Craig,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Piero Umiliani,
Tubeway Army,
Joe Smooth,
Youth Brigade,
Peter and Kerry,
Nirvana,
Excepter,
The Electric Prunes,
Loose Ends,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Coltrane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Victims,
Fat Boys,
Dawn Penn,
Sixth Finger,
Ken Boothe,
Gang of Four,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lucky Dragons,
Funkadelic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Magazine,
World's Most,
Rhythm & Sound,
Blake Baxter,
Brand Nubian,
Eric Dolphy,
Joyce Sims,
The Divine Comedy,
Crime,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lower 48,
Gabor Szabo,
Surgeon,
The Slackers,
These Immortal Souls,
Wire,
10cc,
Michelle Simonal,
Parry Music,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Slits,
KRS-One,
Public Enemy,
David Axelrod,
Rites of Spring,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.