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 Rwanda and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Lindisfarne to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
X-Ray Spex,
Pierre Henry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cramps,
Swell Maps,
Average White Band,
The American Breed,
Grey Daturas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camouflage,
Archie Shepp,
The Toasters,
The Grass Roots,
Babytalk,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fad Gadget,
John Holt,
Soul II Soul,
Mad Mike,
Stereo Dub,
Underground Resistance,
The Dirtbombs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kaleidoscope,
Wasted Youth,
Massinfluence,
The Standells,
Circle Jerks,
The Associates,
Can,
Gregory Isaacs,
Thompson Twins,
Kayak,
Hasil Adkins,
Liliput,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Ken Boothe,
Junior Murvin,
Thee Headcoats,
The Detroit Cobras,
Chris Corsano,
Public Enemy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Doors,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fortunes,
The Durutti Column,
Barry Ungar,
Carl Craig,
Niagra,
Morten Harket,
Shuggie Otis,
X-102,
The Vogues,
Echospace,
Lindisfarne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Move,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.