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 San Marino 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 Rod Modell to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
The Beau Brummels,
Skarface,
Anakelly,
ABBA,
Cameo,
Zapp,
Josef K,
Malaria!,
Scion,
The Doors,
Whodini,
Al Stewart,
Massinfluence,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yusef Lateef,
Animal Collective,
Ken Boothe,
K-Klass,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Panda Bear,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Danielle Patucci,
Hot Snakes,
Minor Threat,
Fluxion,
Thompson Twins,
Rotary Connection,
The Stooges,
FM Einheit,
Kevin Saunderson,
Trumans Water,
Maurizio,
DJ Sneak,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Siglo XX,
Deakin,
Severed Heads,
The Cramps,
Ronnie Foster,
The Red Krayola,
Sarah Menescal,
Saccharine Trust,
Alison Limerick,
Aloha Tigers,
Drexciya,
Basic Channel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Masters at Work,
Barbara Tucker,
Minnie Riperton,
UT,
Rufus Thomas,
Swell Maps,
Terry Callier,
Rod Modell,
Barry Ungar,
Jeru the Damaja,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.