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 Finland 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro 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 Surgeon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Ohio Players,
Q and Not U,
Grey Daturas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Dirtbombs,
Icehouse,
Drive Like Jehu,
Matthew Halsall,
D'Angelo,
Eden Ahbez,
Lucky Dragons,
Robert Görl,
Subhumans,
World's Most,
Animal Collective,
June of 44,
Matthew Bourne,
Eric Copeland,
Half Japanese,
Pharoah Sanders,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Zero Boys,
Juan Atkins,
Glenn Branca,
La Düsseldorf,
Skriet,
JFA,
Boz Scaggs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cure,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Don Cherry,
Avey Tare,
Donny Hathaway,
Flipper,
Amon Düül II,
Basic Channel,
The Blackbyrds,
E-Dancer,
Cheater Slicks,
Skaos,
Wings,
Bang On A Can,
Suicide,
Sixth Finger,
Black Sheep,
Bill Near,
Alison Limerick,
The Blues Magoos,
The Martian,
Clear Light,
Moby Grape,
Country Teasers,
Qualms,
Can,
The Kinks,
Deepchord,
Porter Ricks,
Joyce Sims,
The Star Department,
X-101,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.