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 Micronesia and from Mexico City.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 Gong to the rap 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
T. Rex,
The Sound,
Faust,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Talk Talk,
Man Parrish,
DNA,
Flash Fearless,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pylon,
Goldenarms,
The Black Dice,
The Kinks,
Camouflage,
Black Pus,
Crooked Eye,
Aaron Thompson,
The Real Kids,
The Count Five,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quadrant,
Essential Logic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Steve Hackett,
The Wake,
Stiv Bators,
Duran Duran,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Silicon Teens,
Au Pairs,
The Move,
Youth Brigade,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Tremeloes,
Lightning Bolt,
The Dead C,
Sun Ra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The New Christs,
The Smiths,
Altered Images,
Roger Hodgson,
Howard Jones,
Agent Orange,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang Green,
This Heat,
Hashim,
Electric Prunes,
the Normal,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Toni Rubio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barbara Tucker,
Donny Hathaway,
The Angels of Light,
Prince Buster,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.