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 Montenegro and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Black Flag to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Wally Richardson,
Kayak,
The Count Five,
Black Moon,
The Young Rascals,
Godley & Creme,
Black Bananas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cybotron,
The Gladiators,
Das Ding,
Adolescents,
E-Dancer,
Motorama,
Swans,
Flash Fearless,
Kerrie Biddell,
Johnny Clarke,
This Heat,
Marcia Griffiths,
Duran Duran,
China Crisis,
Isaac Hayes,
Hardrive,
Swell Maps,
John Holt,
Fat Boys,
Rotary Connection,
In Retrospect,
The Cure,
Scratch Acid,
Animal Collective,
Groovy Waters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eurythmics,
The Sound,
48th St. Collective,
Chris & Cosey,
Negative Approach,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Maleditus Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Delta 5,
John Foxx,
Crash Course in Science,
Curtis Mayfield,
Liliput,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ludus,
The Monks,
JFA,
Marc Almond,
Ice-T,
The Moleskins,
The Fall,
CMW,
Rakim,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Blackbyrds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Martian,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.