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 Lebanon and from Portland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Donald Fagen 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 E-Dancer to the punk 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Matthew Halsall,
Easy Going,
Sonic Youth,
Nils Olav,
Faust,
Brick,
Pantytec,
Japan,
Excepter,
EPMD,
Wasted Youth,
Hardrive,
The Monochrome Set,
Nico,
Deadbeat,
The Fortunes,
The Names,
Bob Dylan,
Parry Music,
Masters at Work,
X-101,
Howard Jones,
Tom Boy,
Nirvana,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Icehouse,
Archie Shepp,
Kenny Larkin,
the Normal,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Youth Brigade,
Crooked Eye,
Mission of Burma,
Harmonia,
Metal Thangz,
Kerri Chandler,
Barrington Levy,
Kaleidoscope,
Brand Nubian,
Derrick May,
Mantronix,
10cc,
Idris Muhammad,
Nik Kershaw,
Aswad,
Glenn Branca,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cecil Taylor,
Cheater Slicks,
Yellowson,
Hoover,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Subhumans,
Grey Daturas,
Procol Harum,
Fugazi,
Pagans,
The Leaves,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.