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 South Africa and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lightning Bolt to the rock 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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Henry Cow,
Nation of Ulysses,
Los Fastidios,
Jeff Lynne,
Brass Construction,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Christie,
Blancmange,
Average White Band,
James White and The Blacks,
LL Cool J,
Nik Kershaw,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Can,
UT,
L. Decosne,
John Foxx,
Erykah Badu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Max Romeo,
This Heat,
Ohio Players,
The Kinks,
The Associates,
Amazonics,
Ituana,
Robert Görl,
Stetsasonic,
Godley & Creme,
Frankie Knuckles,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Skatalites,
Roger Hodgson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tomorrow,
Janne Schatter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Inner City,
Joey Negro,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Moss Icon,
Tom Boy,
Sugar Minott,
Ralphi Rosario,
Panda Bear,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sight & Sound,
Schoolly D,
The Birthday Party,
The Five Americans,
Oblivians,
Mars,
Radio Birdman,
Au Pairs,
Wasted Youth,
Scion,
Al Stewart,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.