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 Kosovo 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 Max Romeo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Wasted Youth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tubeway Army,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pulsallama,
Wings,
James White and The Blacks,
Minor Threat,
Sam Rivers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Chris & Cosey,
Subhumans,
Letta Mbulu,
Loose Ends,
Sunsets and Hearts,
10cc,
Pierre Henry,
This Heat,
Lower 48,
Maurizio,
The Associates,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bauhaus,
Fatback Band,
Sarah Menescal,
E-Dancer,
Symarip,
Reagan Youth,
Lightning Bolt,
R.M.O.,
Kayak,
Harpers Bizarre,
Flash Fearless,
Judy Mowatt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minutemen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joey Negro,
Cluster,
The Slits,
Franke,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gong,
Erykah Badu,
The Saints,
Jerry's Kids,
Sandy B,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gories,
Sällskapet,
D'Angelo,
T.S.O.L.,
Moby Grape,
The Zeros,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.