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 Chile and from Salvador.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 Ossler to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Half Japanese,
Electric Prunes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Public Enemy,
Roger Hodgson,
Michelle Simonal,
Siglo XX,
Marvin Gaye,
Outsiders,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Audionom,
Charles Mingus,
The Five Americans,
Ituana,
Cecil Taylor,
The Neon Judgement,
Pharoah Sanders,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Smiths,
Urselle,
Guru Guru,
Agent Orange,
Tommy Roe,
Stereo Dub,
Gerry Rafferty,
David Bowie,
Shuggie Otis,
Joensuu 1685,
Sex Pistols,
Gang Starr,
Eddi Front,
Dual Sessions,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cowsills,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Sherman,
Swans,
Black Pus,
Wire,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mantronix,
Connie Case,
Delon & Dalcan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang Green,
Tubeway Army,
Letta Mbulu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Maurizio,
Mo-Dettes,
Minnie Riperton,
Slick Rick,
Tres Demented,
Leonard Cohen,
The Motions,
Joyce Sims,
Radio Birdman,
Rekid,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ten City,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.