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 Lebanon and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar 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 Sparks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Deakin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ornette Coleman,
The Barracudas,
Oneida,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mantronix,
The Dave Clark Five,
Desert Stars,
Erasure,
Rosa Yemen,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Durutti Column,
Eddi Front,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Subhumans,
Harry Pussy,
The Toasters,
Nirvana,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Association,
Neu!,
Amon Düül II,
Animal Collective,
Radiopuhelimet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Arthur Verocai,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brass Construction,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
L. Decosne,
June of 44,
Parry Music,
The Slits,
Scion,
Tim Buckley,
the Sonics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Los Fastidios,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Altered Images,
Roy Ayers,
Vladislav Delay,
Buzzcocks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kurtis Blow,
Eli Mardock,
The Gories,
Ultravox,
the Swans,
The Black Dice,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mars,
Zero Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.