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 Haiti and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grauzone,
Skriet,
The J.B.'s,
Aswad,
Bronski Beat,
The Motions,
Wolf Eyes,
Gichy Dan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DNA,
10cc,
Soft Machine,
MDC,
Al Stewart,
Masters at Work,
Japan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rakim,
Joyce Sims,
The Fugs,
Deakin,
John Foxx,
Index,
Moebius,
Urselle,
Surgeon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Slave,
The Moody Blues,
Main Source,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Reagan Youth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tommy Roe,
The Techniques,
La Düsseldorf,
Altered Images,
Babytalk,
The Slackers,
Ludus,
Dual Sessions,
Warsaw,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cybotron,
The Cure,
Rapeman,
Spandau Ballet,
The Blackbyrds,
Soul II Soul,
Oblivians,
Blake Baxter,
Judy Mowatt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Accadde A,
Chris & Cosey,
Moby Grape,
Visage,
The Angels of Light,
Swell Maps,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alice Coltrane,
cv313,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.