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 Bangladesh and from Portland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Siglo XX to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marine Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
the Bar-Kays,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Happenings,
The Kinks,
Scion,
Ultravox,
Talk Talk,
The Move,
Smog,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lyres,
Kaleidoscope,
The Names,
Crash Course in Science,
Das Ding,
Pussy Galore,
Terry Callier,
Alison Limerick,
Harry Pussy,
CMW,
One Last Wish,
Swell Maps,
Yusef Lateef,
Intrusion,
Crooked Eye,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
LL Cool J,
EPMD,
Monolake,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kerri Chandler,
L. Decosne,
Von Mondo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cecil Taylor,
Rakim,
Altered Images,
The New Christs,
Joy Division,
Sarah Menescal,
Lucky Dragons,
Bang On A Can,
The American Breed,
Drexciya,
The Cowsills,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Stooges,
UT,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nas,
The Fortunes,
Susan Cadogan,
Idris Muhammad,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boz Scaggs,
The Neon Judgement,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yazoo,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.