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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar 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 Funkadelic to the disco 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Chris Corsano,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Arthur Verocai,
Mad Mike,
Wings,
The Fall,
MC5,
Eden Ahbez,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Easy Going,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Görl,
Royal Trux,
The Dead C,
Bizarre Inc.,
Con Funk Shun,
Prince Buster,
Erykah Badu,
Bauhaus,
a-ha,
The Index,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Judy Mowatt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cybotron,
Steve Hackett,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bootsy Collins,
Groovy Waters,
Blake Baxter,
Mary Jane Girls,
F. McDonald,
Lightning Bolt,
Gong,
T. Rex,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dead Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Selecter,
The Victims,
Fugazi,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Black Dice,
The Modern Lovers,
Wolf Eyes,
The Tremeloes,
Yusef Lateef,
Isaac Hayes,
Toni Rubio,
Pussy Galore,
The Durutti Column,
the Association,
Pere Ubu,
Lalann,
Tres Demented,
Sparks,
Sister Nancy,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.