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 Thailand and from Lyon.
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 Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jeff Mills to the techno 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
The Gladiators,
The Slits,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Magma,
Magazine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Smiths,
Juan Atkins,
Desert Stars,
The Blues Magoos,
Nik Kershaw,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yellowson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cheater Slicks,
The Count Five,
Intrusion,
Con Funk Shun,
Bad Manners,
Kas Product,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gong,
Tom Boy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Suicide,
Sandy B,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Blake Baxter,
Wolf Eyes,
Soul II Soul,
Ituana,
Sister Nancy,
Babytalk,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Vainqueur,
The Walker Brothers,
Pussy Galore,
Barrington Levy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Delta 5,
Gang Starr,
Moby Grape,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Star Department,
Outsiders,
The Associates,
Basic Channel,
E-Dancer,
EPMD,
David McCallum,
Scratch Acid,
Fatback Band,
The Blackbyrds,
The Move,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Martian,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.