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 Turkmenistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Robert Görl 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Peter & Gordon,
John Foxx,
Brand Nubian,
Terry Callier,
Theoretical Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
Unrelated Segments,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New Order,
The Litter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arthur Verocai,
Colin Newman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mission of Burma,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brass Construction,
Howard Jones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rod Modell,
Easy Going,
Yusef Lateef,
Metal Thangz,
Nirvana,
Frankie Knuckles,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Womack,
Jawbox,
Soft Cell,
China Crisis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sun City Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fuzztones,
Avey Tare,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Swans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Skriet,
Magazine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joe Smooth,
Nico,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cheater Slicks,
Das Ding,
Faust,
Pagans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bill Near,
Black Flag,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stetsasonic,
Donny Hathaway,
Neil Young,
Lou Reed,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Lydon,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.