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 Venezuela and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Erykah Badu,
10cc,
Goldenarms,
The Kinks,
Crooked Eye,
Arab on Radar,
June Days,
JFA,
Maurizio,
Lakeside,
PIL,
Con Funk Shun,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Harry Pussy,
Peter & Gordon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Technova,
Swell Maps,
Sound Behaviour,
Lyres,
DNA,
MC5,
Drexciya,
Deepchord,
Blake Baxter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tubeway Army,
The Victims,
Maleditus Sound,
Fatback Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Leonard Cohen,
Anakelly,
Livin' Joy,
Piero Umiliani,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hardrive,
Skaos,
Danielle Patucci,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gap Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Spoonie Gee,
The Standells,
Johnny Clarke,
Cymande,
Newcleus,
The Monochrome Set,
Hoover,
AZ,
New Age Steppers,
Circle Jerks,
Neu!,
Deakin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Buzzcocks,
Juan Atkins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moss Icon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.