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 Kosovo and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 Cymande to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
MDC,
Liliput,
ABBA,
The Stooges,
Toni Rubio,
Sparks,
Bobby Sherman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mark Hollis,
Desert Stars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Leaves,
The New Christs,
The Offenders,
Youth Brigade,
The Moleskins,
Masters at Work,
Adolescents,
The Durutti Column,
Man Parrish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Bananas,
Gang Starr,
E-Dancer,
John Lydon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Panda Bear,
Deadbeat,
The Neon Judgement,
Davy DMX,
Loose Ends,
Marshall Jefferson,
Q and Not U,
Nas,
Metal Thangz,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fortunes,
Alison Limerick,
Joensuu 1685,
Radiohead,
Nirvana,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ronnie Foster,
Franke,
The Birthday Party,
Rakim,
DJ Style,
Absolute Body Control,
Letta Mbulu,
The Invisible,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Outsiders,
Barry Ungar,
Barrington Levy,
Interpol,
Von Mondo,
Niagra,
Terry Callier,
H. Thieme,
Con Funk Shun,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.