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 Antigua and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Happenings to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
The Invisible,
Soul II Soul,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
FM Einheit,
Rapeman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Max Romeo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Knickerbockers,
Scion,
The Dead C,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Flag,
Young Marble Giants,
Brand Nubian,
The Velvet Underground,
David Axelrod,
Guru Guru,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Grass Roots,
Barbara Tucker,
Sex Pistols,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sam Rivers,
Arthur Verocai,
Khruangbin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rufus Thomas,
Glenn Branca,
KRS-One,
Wings,
Nils Olav,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Organ,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Five Americans,
Fela Kuti,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fat Boys,
Albert Ayler,
Anakelly,
X-102,
The Neon Judgement,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camberwell Now,
Swell Maps,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aaron Thompson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brass Construction,
Public Enemy,
Peter & Gordon,
Blancmange,
10cc,
The United States of America,
Drexciya,
Adolescents,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.