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 Slovenia and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Faraquet to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Motorama,
The Grass Roots,
Panda Bear,
Eden Ahbez,
Nas,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Raincoats,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stetsasonic,
Young Marble Giants,
Ludus,
Bluetip,
The Names,
The Human League,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mr. Review,
Gang of Four,
Byron Stingily,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yusef Lateef,
Agent Orange,
The Golliwogs,
Arcadia,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rod Modell,
The Electric Prunes,
DJ Style,
Moby Grape,
The Litter,
Con Funk Shun,
John Cale,
Severed Heads,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pole,
Mad Mike,
Laurel Aitken,
Jeff Lynne,
Althea and Donna,
the Bar-Kays,
Silicon Teens,
The Durutti Column,
The Fugs,
Bad Manners,
Aswad,
Ultra Naté,
Nik Kershaw,
The Modern Lovers,
Trumans Water,
Scion,
Animal Collective,
The Mummies,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roxy Music,
Country Teasers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Icehouse,
Yazoo,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.