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 Mexico and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rhythm & Sound to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Bizarre Inc.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joensuu 1685,
Aural Exciters,
James White and The Blacks,
Tom Boy,
Cymande,
Laurel Aitken,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Angry Samoans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pantaleimon,
Ronnie Foster,
Harry Pussy,
Grauzone,
Wally Richardson,
Black Flag,
Blake Baxter,
Blossom Toes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cure,
DJ Sneak,
Idris Muhammad,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Leonard Cohen,
Reuben Wilson,
Peter and Kerry,
Marc Almond,
The Golliwogs,
The Angels of Light,
Porter Ricks,
Roy Ayers,
the Sonics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Symarip,
Clear Light,
Black Moon,
The Evens,
The Human League,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soul II Soul,
Boz Scaggs,
Nik Kershaw,
Motorama,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ohio Players,
Reagan Youth,
Con Funk Shun,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fela Kuti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soft Cell,
The Misunderstood,
The Barracudas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Half Japanese,
Alphaville,
The Vogues,
Unrelated Segments,
Delta 5,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.