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 El Salvador and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the punk 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
U.S. Maple,
Yusef Lateef,
The Remains,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marcia Griffiths,
Masters at Work,
The Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
Mandrill,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joyce Sims,
Youth Brigade,
The Doors,
Das Ding,
Pierre Henry,
Eli Mardock,
Judy Mowatt,
Joey Negro,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Association,
Animal Collective,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Smog,
Stetsasonic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Model 500,
Vainqueur,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Amazonics,
X-Ray Spex,
Grandmaster Flash,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jerry's Kids,
The Busters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Monolake,
The Index,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Michelle Simonal,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Don Cherry,
Yazoo,
Robert Wyatt,
Flash Fearless,
KRS-One,
The Sonics,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pantaleimon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Massinfluence,
The Victims,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.