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 Afghanistan and from Hong Kong.
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 Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes 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 The Dave Clark Five to the crunk 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Ponytail,
The Smiths,
Radiohead,
Duran Duran,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang Starr,
Eurythmics,
Soft Machine,
Michelle Simonal,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mandrill,
Al Stewart,
A Certain Ratio,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Green,
Drive Like Jehu,
Anthony Braxton,
Nico,
Simply Red,
Magazine,
Matthew Halsall,
New Order,
La Düsseldorf,
Babytalk,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alison Limerick,
Index,
X-Ray Spex,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fall,
Audionom,
The Monks,
Minutemen,
Deakin,
Pussy Galore,
Rosa Yemen,
Faraquet,
Sonic Youth,
cv313,
New Age Steppers,
Adolescents,
Archie Shepp,
Suicide,
Ohio Players,
Mad Mike,
Joyce Sims,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lindisfarne,
Marc Almond,
Ludus,
Oneida,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soul Sonic Force,
48th St. Collective,
Hoover,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Radio Birdman,
The Fire Engines,
Carl Craig,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.