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 Somalia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 Electric Prunes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Prince Buster,
Althea and Donna,
Sister Nancy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Quantec,
Absolute Body Control,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Janne Schatter,
The United States of America,
The Gladiators,
The Five Americans,
June Days,
James White and The Blacks,
Model 500,
Roger Hodgson,
Lungfish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Au Pairs,
Sugar Minott,
Chris Corsano,
John Lydon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bronski Beat,
Roxy Music,
The Names,
JFA,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barrington Levy,
The Move,
Eli Mardock,
Hoover,
The Black Dice,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
A Certain Ratio,
The Velvet Underground,
The American Breed,
Rapeman,
China Crisis,
Accadde A,
Rakim,
EPMD,
Dead Boys,
Cybotron,
Minnie Riperton,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Evens,
Index,
Pantaleimon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Thompson Twins,
Deakin,
Rotary Connection,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Darondo,
Ronnie Foster,
World's Most,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.