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 Botswana and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 The Dave Clark Five to the techno 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Roger Hodgson,
John Holt,
Barbara Tucker,
Ponytail,
Brand Nubian,
Rotary Connection,
Harry Pussy,
The Misunderstood,
Suburban Knight,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Y Pants,
Cabaret Voltaire,
AZ,
Pole,
The Dead C,
Ossler,
the Swans,
Sugar Minott,
Eve St. Jones,
Sister Nancy,
Can,
Letta Mbulu,
Tom Boy,
Pierre Henry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Buzzcocks,
Rakim,
Dead Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
Jacques Brel,
The Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Christie,
The Move,
Flamin' Groovies,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Saccharine Trust,
Marmalade,
Althea and Donna,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Section 25,
Oneida,
Man Parrish,
Don Cherry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Swans,
Judy Mowatt,
Kayak,
Duran Duran,
Von Mondo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Average White Band,
Hashim,
Khruangbin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Circle Jerks,
Derrick Morgan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Bananas,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.