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 Israel and from Manila.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 Magma to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Neu!,
John Holt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dennis Brown,
Cameo,
Simply Red,
Radiopuhelimet,
Blancmange,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jerry's Kids,
Johnny Clarke,
Lyres,
Public Enemy,
The Golliwogs,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cowsills,
Brass Construction,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Womack,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Moss Icon,
Maleditus Sound,
Zero Boys,
David Bowie,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Move,
Pussy Galore,
Aswad,
Sandy B,
Joensuu 1685,
Ten City,
The Fall,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roger Hodgson,
World's Most,
AZ,
The Offenders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Desert Stars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Residents,
Lower 48,
Barrington Levy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pole,
Lindisfarne,
Erykah Badu,
Max Romeo,
the Bar-Kays,
Harmonia,
The Vogues,
the Slits,
Danielle Patucci,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Warren Ellis,
Dual Sessions,
Parry Music,
Man Parrish,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.