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 Azerbaijan and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Monks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aswad,
Albert Ayler,
Carl Craig,
Magazine,
Oneida,
The Five Americans,
the Sonics,
Sarah Menescal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Don Cherry,
Whodini,
LL Cool J,
Fad Gadget,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Victims,
Marmalade,
Crispy Ambulance,
Angry Samoans,
Joensuu 1685,
the Slits,
The Pretty Things,
K-Klass,
Vladislav Delay,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Intrusion,
Nick Fraelich,
Tears for Fears,
Con Funk Shun,
The Dave Clark Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Piero Umiliani,
Desert Stars,
The Techniques,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Johnny Clarke,
The Buckinghams,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
a-ha,
the Human League,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Suicide,
Dave Gahan,
Shoche,
Oblivians,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fatback Band,
Donald Byrd,
Maurizio,
Pere Ubu,
The J.B.'s,
Isaac Hayes,
Organ,
Audionom,
Pantaleimon,
Siglo XX,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.