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 Moldova and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord 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 Sonic Youth to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Moss Icon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bill Wells,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deepchord,
The Walker Brothers,
The Slackers,
Black Moon,
The Evens,
The Modern Lovers,
Saccharine Trust,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camberwell Now,
Harry Pussy,
Todd Rundgren,
Johnny Clarke,
Alphaville,
Minnie Riperton,
Blake Baxter,
Shuggie Otis,
The Leaves,
Black Bananas,
The J.B.'s,
John Cale,
Vainqueur,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Peter & Gordon,
Circle Jerks,
UT,
Lyres,
Los Fastidios,
Terry Callier,
Suicide,
Quantec,
Organ,
Roger Hodgson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultravox,
The Blues Magoos,
Lungfish,
Gabor Szabo,
Lower 48,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Neu!,
Arab on Radar,
Kas Product,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Colin Newman,
Pulsallama,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scratch Acid,
PIL,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Liliput,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fatback Band,
Dave Gahan,
Sonic Youth,
The Zeros,
The Star Department,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.