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 Haiti and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe 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 Pylon to the grime 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Dead Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Magma,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jeff Lynne,
Crooked Eye,
Carl Craig,
The Gun Club,
Monolake,
Flipper,
Kurtis Blow,
Masters at Work,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dorothy Ashby,
Metal Thangz,
The Dirtbombs,
Basic Channel,
Laurel Aitken,
The Evens,
Urselle,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cal Tjader,
Unwound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sugar Minott,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Duran Duran,
Saccharine Trust,
The Flesh Eaters,
EPMD,
Clear Light,
Bootsy Collins,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Names,
Magazine,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fire Engines,
The Searchers,
Matthew Bourne,
Visage,
Blancmange,
John Coltrane,
The Walker Brothers,
Lightning Bolt,
Sister Nancy,
Rotary Connection,
John Cale,
Stockholm Monsters,
Stereo Dub,
Electric Prunes,
Make Up,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Maurizio,
Tom Boy,
The Last Poets,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Parry Music,
Cybotron,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.