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 Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jeff Lynne to the dance 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deadbeat,
Malaria!,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Pop Group,
Lindisfarne,
The Gladiators,
Jeff Mills,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sound Behaviour,
Amon Düül,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Donny Hathaway,
U.S. Maple,
The Associates,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gong,
K-Klass,
L. Decosne,
Negative Approach,
Chris Corsano,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Stooges,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Move,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Martian,
Can,
Jeff Lynne,
Livin' Joy,
Ronnie Foster,
Judy Mowatt,
Model 500,
Kayak,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Coltrane,
the Human League,
Jandek,
Swans,
Easy Going,
In Retrospect,
The Remains,
Anthony Braxton,
Roger Hodgson,
Sun City Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scratch Acid,
The Victims,
Pole,
Henry Cow,
Thee Headcoats,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dave Gahan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joyce Sims,
Funky Four + One,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.