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 Norway and from Shanghai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro 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 Bluetip to the disco 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Man Eating Sloth,
Thompson Twins,
Joey Negro,
D'Angelo,
Qualms,
Johnny Clarke,
Excepter,
Angry Samoans,
Silicon Teens,
Robert Wyatt,
Oneida,
Eden Ahbez,
Josef K,
Harmonia,
Eric Dolphy,
The Index,
Brand Nubian,
The Saints,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Dave Clark Five,
U.S. Maple,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Vainqueur,
Anakelly,
Los Fastidios,
UT,
Kevin Saunderson,
Oblivians,
MC5,
Rapeman,
Anthony Braxton,
Masters at Work,
Peter & Gordon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Shoche,
The Techniques,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bob Dylan,
Hashim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Knickerbockers,
Procol Harum,
In Retrospect,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gun Club,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sandy B,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stereo Dub,
Whodini,
Stetsasonic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kurtis Blow,
Livin' Joy,
Ronan,
The Monks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.