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 Poland and from Lagos.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the electroclash 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Depeche Mode,
Henry Cow,
The United States of America,
Lyres,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eden Ahbez,
Quando Quango,
Aloha Tigers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wire,
Groovy Waters,
Faraquet,
Tom Boy,
Jacob Miller,
The Leaves,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pussy Galore,
Thee Headcoats,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Bar-Kays,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Chrome,
Black Sheep,
The J.B.'s,
Agent Orange,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Slits,
Pet Shop Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Yaz,
The Martian,
Gang of Four,
Little Man,
The Victims,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tommy Roe,
Lucky Dragons,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cheater Slicks,
Jeff Lynne,
Roy Ayers,
Aural Exciters,
Average White Band,
Swell Maps,
Icehouse,
Josef K,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sällskapet,
Soul II Soul,
The Blues Magoos,
Funky Four + One,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Red Krayola,
Hardrive,
Radiohead,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.