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 Brazil and from New York.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 Accadde A to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tomorrow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pussy Galore,
Bad Manners,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Red Krayola,
James White and The Blacks,
Crash Course in Science,
Joe Finger,
Dennis Brown,
Wasted Youth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Don Cherry,
Smog,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kurtis Blow,
Suburban Knight,
Heaven 17,
Porter Ricks,
The Cowsills,
Make Up,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Womack,
Subhumans,
Model 500,
Eric Copeland,
The Doors,
Rapeman,
The Happenings,
Parry Music,
Ten City,
The Knickerbockers,
Neu!,
Scratch Acid,
Alice Coltrane,
Ossler,
Fad Gadget,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Arab on Radar,
The Tremeloes,
The Offenders,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultra Naté,
Symarip,
Delon & Dalcan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Skaos,
John Holt,
Ituana,
Jeru the Damaja,
Liliput,
Black Pus,
Ultravox,
Joe Smooth,
The Gap Band,
Suicide,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.