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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Robert Palmer 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 Magazine to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Saccharine Trust,
Vainqueur,
Janne Schatter,
Neu!,
MC5,
Eurythmics,
Y Pants,
The Saints,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nas,
Bobby Womack,
Circle Jerks,
The Trojans,
The Zeros,
L. Decosne,
Gang Green,
This Heat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
X-102,
Maurizio,
Animal Collective,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bauhaus,
Fugazi,
Pantaleimon,
Electric Prunes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bad Manners,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
a-ha,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tres Demented,
OOIOO,
Curtis Mayfield,
Easy Going,
Joy Division,
Dave Gahan,
Iggy Pop,
The Birthday Party,
Vladislav Delay,
Alice Coltrane,
Chris & Cosey,
Leonard Cohen,
The Divine Comedy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
Carl Craig,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bootsy Collins,
DJ Style,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.