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 Sri Lanka and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gil Scott Heron to the rap 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
The Fall,
Roxy Music,
Slave,
Procol Harum,
Susan Cadogan,
La Düsseldorf,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Average White Band,
The Toasters,
The Dirtbombs,
the Germs,
Crash Course in Science,
Bronski Beat,
Tommy Roe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Archie Shepp,
Swell Maps,
PIL,
The Kinks,
Reagan Youth,
Black Flag,
Silicon Teens,
Todd Rundgren,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lee Hazlewood,
D'Angelo,
Aloha Tigers,
Oblivians,
Crime,
Scrapy,
David Bowie,
Carl Craig,
MC5,
Pantytec,
Matthew Bourne,
Brass Construction,
Eve St. Jones,
Visage,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grey Daturas,
Japan,
The Blackbyrds,
A Certain Ratio,
Section 25,
Heaven 17,
Minnie Riperton,
Spandau Ballet,
Amon Düül,
The Misunderstood,
Marine Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
The Move,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Litter,
Jerry's Kids,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Moby Grape,
Suicide,
The Real Kids,
The Zeros,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.