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 Monaco and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 David Bowie 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 Traffic Nightmare to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Lightning Bolt,
The Wake,
Pierre Henry,
Sugar Minott,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fear,
Pet Shop Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
Howard Jones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Neu!,
JFA,
Scott Walker,
Cluster,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Coltrane,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mission of Burma,
Tomorrow,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Electric Prunes,
LL Cool J,
Ludus,
the Sonics,
Con Funk Shun,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scratch Acid,
Al Stewart,
Smog,
Jacob Miller,
EPMD,
The Busters,
Basic Channel,
Jeru the Damaja,
Visage,
Minnie Riperton,
Throbbing Gristle,
Talk Talk,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gun Club,
Rakim,
Barbara Tucker,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Bar-Kays,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Chris Corsano,
Patti Smith,
kango's stein massive,
Max Romeo,
The Mojo Men,
Alison Limerick,
Sun Ra,
One Last Wish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Severed Heads,
The Names,
Unrelated Segments,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.