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 Lithuania and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Beau Brummels to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Ituana,
T.S.O.L.,
Junior Murvin,
Stetsasonic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DJ Style,
Reagan Youth,
The Knickerbockers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oblivians,
Hoover,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dawn Penn,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Massinfluence,
Gong,
Howard Jones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tres Demented,
Marine Girls,
The Doors,
Gang Starr,
The Move,
X-Ray Spex,
Model 500,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pharoah Sanders,
Malaria!,
The Neon Judgement,
Crispian St. Peters,
Japan,
Sonny Sharrock,
The J.B.'s,
Soft Cell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Tremeloes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
X-102,
Ten City,
Thee Headcoats,
Camberwell Now,
the Swans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dual Sessions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gabor Szabo,
Visage,
Jacques Brel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hot Snakes,
The Residents,
Q and Not U,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arcadia,
Black Moon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.