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 Albania and from Philadelphia.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sex Pistols to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
This Heat,
The Moody Blues,
Derrick May,
Scan 7,
Lakeside,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mission of Burma,
Johnny Osbourne,
AZ,
John Coltrane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Absolute Body Control,
Metal Thangz,
Rakim,
L. Decosne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sällskapet,
Cal Tjader,
Scientists,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Toasters,
Bobby Byrd,
Moebius,
Cameo,
Zapp,
kango's stein massive,
Ituana,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Suicide,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Judy Mowatt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Accadde A,
Soft Cell,
Amazonics,
Stetsasonic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Move,
Hasil Adkins,
Jacques Brel,
The Smoke,
Toni Rubio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Radiohead,
Goldenarms,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hot Snakes,
Slick Rick,
Albert Ayler,
Bill Near,
Lebanon Hanover,
Maleditus Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
Gong,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.