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 Macedonia and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ornette Coleman to the electroclash 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
The Raincoats,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fear,
Robert Hood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Heaven 17,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fad Gadget,
Joey Negro,
Lakeside,
Sun City Girls,
Rakim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rekid,
Barbara Tucker,
CMW,
The Move,
Dave Gahan,
Gang Starr,
Black Moon,
Scan 7,
cv313,
Technova,
Derrick May,
The Fortunes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kurtis Blow,
ABBA,
Reuben Wilson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sex Pistols,
The Gladiators,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Can,
The Saints,
Khruangbin,
Tubeway Army,
Intrusion,
The Dave Clark Five,
Trumans Water,
Blossom Toes,
Iggy Pop,
Quadrant,
Vladislav Delay,
The Tremeloes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Searchers,
Mad Mike,
Subhumans,
Nico,
Janne Schatter,
Roxette,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brass Construction,
Soft Machine,
Main Source,
Cluster,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.