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 New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Crash Course in Science to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Magma,
Lee Hazlewood,
One Last Wish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Five Americans,
John Coltrane,
Ultravox,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ohio Players,
The Blues Magoos,
Niagra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
a-ha,
Minnie Riperton,
Swans,
Hoover,
Newcleus,
the Normal,
Dark Day,
Basic Channel,
Jandek,
Ralphi Rosario,
LL Cool J,
Angry Samoans,
Harry Pussy,
The Kinks,
The Selecter,
OOIOO,
A Certain Ratio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Panda Bear,
Malaria!,
Sight & Sound,
Fear,
Quantec,
Kenny Larkin,
Isaac Hayes,
JFA,
Aaron Thompson,
The Mojo Men,
The Knickerbockers,
Rakim,
Marc Almond,
These Immortal Souls,
Toni Rubio,
Whodini,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Pus,
Roger Hodgson,
Quando Quango,
The Cramps,
Lou Reed,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Sheep,
Slave,
David McCallum,
Thee Headcoats,
Matthew Bourne,
Cal Tjader,
Andrew Hill,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.