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 Jordan and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kurtis Blow to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
X-101,
Eli Mardock,
L. Decosne,
Scott Walker,
Whodini,
The Young Rascals,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Parry Music,
Fela Kuti,
The Techniques,
Vladislav Delay,
Peter & Gordon,
Davy DMX,
New Age Steppers,
Infiniti,
Cecil Taylor,
The Pretty Things,
Flash Fearless,
Warsaw,
Minor Threat,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mad Mike,
Idris Muhammad,
Metal Thangz,
Pulsallama,
David Axelrod,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Trojans,
Fluxion,
Freddie Wadling,
Urselle,
Grauzone,
the Swans,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bootsy Collins,
The Motions,
the Association,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Erykah Badu,
The Moleskins,
the Slits,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Seeds,
Radiopuhelimet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scrapy,
The Dirtbombs,
Marvin Gaye,
The Standells,
Bush Tetras,
Young Marble Giants,
Little Man,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Todd Terry,
Suburban Knight,
KRS-One,
The Offenders,
Babytalk,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.