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 Syria and from Cairo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Boredoms,
Roxy Music,
Suicide,
Maurizio,
Niagra,
Dawn Penn,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Moody Blues,
New Order,
The Cure,
Idris Muhammad,
Susan Cadogan,
Harry Pussy,
Stiv Bators,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eve St. Jones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Swans,
The Associates,
Underground Resistance,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Bar-Kays,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Von Mondo,
Colin Newman,
Vainqueur,
Maleditus Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
Technova,
Fad Gadget,
B.T. Express,
Terry Callier,
Jeff Mills,
Frankie Knuckles,
Average White Band,
Sam Rivers,
X-Ray Spex,
Dark Day,
Ronnie Foster,
The American Breed,
Quadrant,
10cc,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Au Pairs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Magazine,
Henry Cow,
Wasted Youth,
Babytalk,
Malaria!,
The Gap Band,
a-ha,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
L. Decosne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
K-Klass,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ituana,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.