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 Hungary and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
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 Captain Beefheart 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 Big Daddy Kane to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DJ Style,
Lungfish,
Hashim,
The Leaves,
Magma,
Avey Tare,
Gang Starr,
Ituana,
The Remains,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Normal,
In Retrospect,
the Bar-Kays,
The Monochrome Set,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Pop Group,
Spoonie Gee,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rites of Spring,
Dave Gahan,
Minnie Riperton,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fat Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
Joe Smooth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sam Rivers,
Lindisfarne,
The Blackbyrds,
Danielle Patucci,
Skarface,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Smiths,
Sugar Minott,
Icehouse,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Patti Smith,
ABC,
Cabaret Voltaire,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Red Krayola,
Crime,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Janne Schatter,
Prince Buster,
K-Klass,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang Green,
Dennis Brown,
Wire,
Mars,
Nick Fraelich,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Young Marble Giants,
Johnny Osbourne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.