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 Egypt and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 Bill Near to the dance 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Detroit Cobras,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rosa Yemen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Kinks,
Ice-T,
Banda Bassotti,
Yusef Lateef,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Moleskins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lungfish,
Sparks,
The Gun Club,
DJ Sneak,
Vladislav Delay,
Saccharine Trust,
Con Funk Shun,
Cecil Taylor,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Spoonie Gee,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tomorrow,
Jeff Lynne,
Tears for Fears,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Remains,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Sonics,
Siglo XX,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Grass Roots,
Lightning Bolt,
Freddie Wadling,
the Human League,
The Stooges,
The Pretty Things,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Real Kids,
H. Thieme,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mark Hollis,
Monks,
Panda Bear,
Scrapy,
The Martian,
Mr. Review,
Youth Brigade,
The Angels of Light,
Hardrive,
The Alarm Clocks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David Axelrod,
Franke,
Amazonics,
Boredoms,
Moby Grape,
LL Cool J,
Suburban Knight,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.