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 Paraguay and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 New Age Steppers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Byrd,
Ronan,
Skaos,
Pussy Galore,
Kerri Chandler,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Association,
Sarah Menescal,
Juan Atkins,
Lungfish,
Cal Tjader,
Newcleus,
The Young Rascals,
The Evens,
Amazonics,
Livin' Joy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ralphi Rosario,
Agitation Free,
The Velvet Underground,
Colin Newman,
Fear,
Matthew Halsall,
The Real Kids,
Ultra Naté,
Goldenarms,
a-ha,
Johnny Clarke,
Aloha Tigers,
Ponytail,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Quando Quango,
Agent Orange,
Nick Fraelich,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rosa Yemen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Index,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Arcadia,
Deepchord,
Sight & Sound,
Pantytec,
Suicide,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pantaleimon,
Wire,
The Red Krayola,
Talk Talk,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marine Girls,
The Gories,
Theoretical Girls,
OOIOO,
La Düsseldorf,
Hoover,
The Walker Brothers,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.