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 Malaysia and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Lou Reed 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 Spoonie Gee to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Fad Gadget,
Surgeon,
Arthur Verocai,
The Stooges,
Index,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Derrick May,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jawbox,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rekid,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Royal Trux,
The Monks,
Easy Going,
Robert Görl,
Matthew Bourne,
Davy DMX,
The Kinks,
Cameo,
Black Moon,
Excepter,
The Cramps,
Animal Collective,
Sun City Girls,
Hoover,
Mantronix,
The Mojo Men,
The Techniques,
Juan Atkins,
EPMD,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Echospace,
The Offenders,
Sound Behaviour,
Gastr Del Sol,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gabor Szabo,
Subhumans,
Robert Wyatt,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Andrew Hill,
Jesper Dahlback,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grauzone,
Archie Shepp,
Mark Hollis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Black Dice,
Bootsy Collins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Television,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pantaleimon,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.