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 Mozambique and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Bauhaus to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camouflage,
Thompson Twins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Skaos,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
48th St. Collective,
Harmonia,
Infiniti,
the Bar-Kays,
Derrick May,
Tim Buckley,
Rapeman,
One Last Wish,
Soft Cell,
Ludus,
Josef K,
DNA,
Stereo Dub,
Aswad,
F. McDonald,
Prince Buster,
Khruangbin,
Moby Grape,
Wings,
Television Personalities,
Lou Christie,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Severed Heads,
Hardrive,
Brand Nubian,
a-ha,
Cybotron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Inner City,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eden Ahbez,
The Kinks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Whodini,
Alton Ellis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Last Poets,
Newcleus,
Altered Images,
Qualms,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grauzone,
Jeff Mills,
Mad Mike,
Stockholm Monsters,
Stetsasonic,
Terry Callier,
Niagra,
Boogie Down Productions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gabor Szabo,
Minny Pops,
Tom Boy,
Oblivians,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.