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 Gabon and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba 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 Radio Birdman to the funk 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
The Litter,
Pere Ubu,
Echospace,
Amon Düül II,
Young Marble Giants,
Lakeside,
Panda Bear,
Gichy Dan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Todd Rundgren,
Absolute Body Control,
China Crisis,
Boredoms,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tres Demented,
Dual Sessions,
Qualms,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Black Dice,
Skaos,
Althea and Donna,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sandy B,
Scratch Acid,
June Days,
The Knickerbockers,
Simply Red,
Negative Approach,
X-102,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stetsasonic,
Steve Hackett,
Aural Exciters,
Zero Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Association,
Soul Sonic Force,
Y Pants,
Von Mondo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Second Layer,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jacob Miller,
Don Cherry,
Black Pus,
Intrusion,
Youth Brigade,
Icehouse,
Tom Boy,
Brand Nubian,
T. Rex,
The Offenders,
Ultra Naté,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fire Engines,
Chris Corsano,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cure,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.