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 Ireland and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
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 808 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 48th St. Collective to the electroclash 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Au Pairs,
Agitation Free,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Judy Mowatt,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Last Poets,
Zero Boys,
Ponytail,
Lou Christie,
Max Romeo,
Radiohead,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tubeway Army,
The Beau Brummels,
The Barracudas,
Index,
Fela Kuti,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Inner City,
Lucky Dragons,
Kaleidoscope,
Tears for Fears,
Boogie Down Productions,
Frankie Knuckles,
Avey Tare,
The Monochrome Set,
Jeru the Damaja,
PIL,
Fat Boys,
Ice-T,
Scott Walker,
Erasure,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mandrill,
The Sonics,
The United States of America,
Aswad,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jandek,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Severed Heads,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Donald Byrd,
Royal Trux,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Darondo,
Malaria!,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Music Machine,
Heaven 17,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Slave,
The Mojo Men,
Procol Harum,
Pierre Henry,
Black Sheep,
Buzzcocks,
Jeff Mills,
Jacob Miller,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.