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 Bulgaria and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Remains to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
John Coltrane,
The Dave Clark Five,
Letta Mbulu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Animal Collective,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Pop Group,
Kayak,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jacob Miller,
Boz Scaggs,
The Happenings,
Joyce Sims,
Susan Cadogan,
kango's stein massive,
Howard Jones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fluxion,
Idris Muhammad,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stereo Dub,
The Gap Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Swans,
Kaleidoscope,
Quadrant,
Blake Baxter,
Todd Terry,
The Busters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Cale,
Magma,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jacques Brel,
Section 25,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Parry Music,
DNA,
Big Daddy Kane,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Angels of Light,
The Electric Prunes,
Lower 48,
The Searchers,
Quantec,
Harpers Bizarre,
Little Man,
Das Ding,
Mo-Dettes,
The Divine Comedy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Index,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Christie,
Scion,
Echospace,
Heaven 17,
Mark Hollis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.