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 Sierra Leone and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Negative Approach to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cameo,
The Motions,
Los Fastidios,
Sonic Youth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aloha Tigers,
Junior Murvin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soulsonic Force,
Mission of Burma,
The Durutti Column,
The Pretty Things,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ossler,
The Birthday Party,
Dead Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Searchers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
MDC,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blossom Toes,
Neil Young,
The Dead C,
Sparks,
Davy DMX,
Yusef Lateef,
Groovy Waters,
Rufus Thomas,
Reuben Wilson,
Joe Finger,
U.S. Maple,
Wally Richardson,
Skriet,
Fugazi,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sound Behaviour,
Audionom,
JFA,
Tommy Roe,
Piero Umiliani,
Boogie Down Productions,
Average White Band,
Juan Atkins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Morten Harket,
Index,
Quantec,
AZ,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cluster,
Boz Scaggs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sugar Minott,
The Doobie Brothers,
Metal Thangz,
MC5,
Fela Kuti,
Liliput,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.