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 Guinea-Bissau and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dead Boys to the jazz 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Monks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barrington Levy,
Liliput,
Monolake,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
F. McDonald,
Suicide,
Reuben Wilson,
The Durutti Column,
Brass Construction,
Second Layer,
New Order,
The Gories,
Slave,
The Index,
Blancmange,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sparks,
Wings,
Ice-T,
The Fugs,
Oblivians,
Arcadia,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roger Hodgson,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gap Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Dawn Penn,
Mission of Burma,
The Star Department,
Alton Ellis,
Mad Mike,
Ossler,
Quando Quango,
The Motions,
Archie Shepp,
Infiniti,
Man Parrish,
John Foxx,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sonic Youth,
Rapeman,
Rotary Connection,
Bush Tetras,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
K-Klass,
The Raincoats,
Susan Cadogan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Warsaw,
Gichy Dan,
Black Sheep,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brand Nubian,
the Bar-Kays,
Section 25,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Don Cherry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.