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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 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 Mission of Burma 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Tom Boy,
John Lydon,
Soft Machine,
Amon Düül,
Das Ding,
Prince Buster,
Dennis Brown,
The Slits,
Brass Construction,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Mojo Men,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Negative Approach,
the Association,
MC5,
Babytalk,
the Bar-Kays,
The Young Rascals,
8 Eyed Spy,
One Last Wish,
Unrelated Segments,
Cheater Slicks,
Michelle Simonal,
Chrome,
Chris Corsano,
The Kinks,
The Happenings,
Johnny Osbourne,
Motorama,
Hardrive,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gladiators,
Faraquet,
Severed Heads,
Gerry Rafferty,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Dead C,
The Smoke,
The Fuzztones,
Glenn Branca,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fatback Band,
Crime,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nils Olav,
Kerri Chandler,
Adolescents,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Moebius,
H. Thieme,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pierre Henry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aloha Tigers,
Shuggie Otis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Sound,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.