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 Sudan and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
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 mellotron 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Roxy Music,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wolf Eyes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Derrick May,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun City Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Adolescents,
UT,
Grey Daturas,
James White and The Blacks,
Flash Fearless,
Excepter,
Buzzcocks,
the Soft Cell,
Nico,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alison Limerick,
Gang Starr,
Q65,
the Association,
Eden Ahbez,
Franke,
Banda Bassotti,
Rakim,
Lee Hazlewood,
MC5,
Hashim,
Heaven 17,
Make Up,
Unwound,
Junior Murvin,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Human League,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Von Mondo,
the Sonics,
Bobby Sherman,
Essential Logic,
Section 25,
F. McDonald,
Cameo,
Country Teasers,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang of Four,
Los Fastidios,
Alphaville,
Jeff Mills,
The Cramps,
La Düsseldorf,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Associates,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dual Sessions,
the Bar-Kays,
Jandek,
Dennis Brown,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.