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 Guyana and from Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 Visage to the crunk 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Model 500,
Babytalk,
Terry Callier,
Clear Light,
Scrapy,
LL Cool J,
Television,
Goldenarms,
Sugar Minott,
June Days,
Sunsets and Hearts,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Christie,
FM Einheit,
Moebius,
Organ,
Boz Scaggs,
The Busters,
Gong,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mo-Dettes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Charles Mingus,
Alphaville,
Marc Almond,
Popol Vuh,
Japan,
Freddie Wadling,
Bill Wells,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
David Axelrod,
Yellowson,
Maurizio,
Nation of Ulysses,
Neil Young,
Rakim,
The Blackbyrds,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sister Nancy,
Piero Umiliani,
The Flesh Eaters,
Albert Ayler,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bluetip,
The Red Krayola,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tres Demented,
The Zeros,
Moss Icon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Visage,
Ice-T,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mark Hollis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.