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 Benin and from Shanghai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 8 Eyed Spy to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Moon,
Lucky Dragons,
Procol Harum,
Depeche Mode,
Camouflage,
Rakim,
Shuggie Otis,
LL Cool J,
Motorama,
Minutemen,
Adolescents,
The Associates,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Toasters,
The Selecter,
Byron Stingily,
Ossler,
Black Bananas,
The Tremeloes,
Hasil Adkins,
Bush Tetras,
Erasure,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Animal Collective,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Womack,
PIL,
The Cure,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
June Days,
Eurythmics,
the Sonics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Durutti Column,
John Foxx,
Rod Modell,
Thompson Twins,
Theoretical Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultravox,
Mantronix,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Skaos,
Amon Düül II,
Mandrill,
Sister Nancy,
Wings,
Basic Channel,
H. Thieme,
Roxy Music,
ABC,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rosa Yemen,
Robert Hood,
Rekid,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.