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 Georgia 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Echospace to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Darondo,
Scan 7,
Chris Corsano,
Outsiders,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Tremeloes,
Kas Product,
New York Dolls,
John Foxx,
The Red Krayola,
Soft Cell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Motions,
Gichy Dan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Television Personalities,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Desert Stars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bill Wells,
Joyce Sims,
Smog,
Toni Rubio,
Rapeman,
KRS-One,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
CMW,
Average White Band,
New Age Steppers,
Angry Samoans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ice-T,
Bobby Womack,
Brothers Johnson,
Gastr Del Sol,
David McCallum,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Peter and Kerry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fugazi,
John Coltrane,
Joe Finger,
Eric Copeland,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Litter,
Niagra,
Metal Thangz,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kaleidoscope,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pylon,
Patti Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Quadrant,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Vogues,
Erasure,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.