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 Micronesia and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Au Pairs,
Funky Four + One,
David Bowie,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Simply Red,
Roxy Music,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Moon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mr. Review,
Youth Brigade,
Bad Manners,
Rotary Connection,
World's Most,
The Fuzztones,
The Slackers,
Funkadelic,
Wally Richardson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marmalade,
Nirvana,
Harpers Bizarre,
Davy DMX,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brick,
Deepchord,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bauhaus,
Juan Atkins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Unrelated Segments,
Echospace,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lindisfarne,
the Association,
London Community Gospel Choir,
a-ha,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Michelle Simonal,
Sarah Menescal,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Derrick Morgan,
The Last Poets,
Public Enemy,
Subhumans,
The Martian,
Max Romeo,
Eve St. Jones,
Ken Boothe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Surgeon,
The Doors,
The Moody Blues,
DJ Sneak,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.