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 Sweden and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Alison Limerick to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Iggy Pop,
Newcleus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radio Birdman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
New York Dolls,
Freddie Wadling,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Television Personalities,
Flipper,
Stiv Bators,
Susan Cadogan,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed,
Isaac Hayes,
John Lydon,
Mo-Dettes,
Little Man,
Agitation Free,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Donald Byrd,
Peter and Kerry,
Tomorrow,
Peter & Gordon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boredoms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
EPMD,
The Velvet Underground,
Johnny Osbourne,
Swell Maps,
John Holt,
Rod Modell,
The Detroit Cobras,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Association,
Surgeon,
Graham Central Station,
The Happenings,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Victims,
The Trojans,
Dennis Brown,
Funky Four + One,
Lightning Bolt,
Eddi Front,
Inner City,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eden Ahbez,
Crispian St. Peters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Max Romeo,
Steve Hackett,
Los Fastidios,
Lyres,
Carl Craig,
Ossler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.