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 Brazil 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet 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 Whodini to the punk 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord 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 rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Television Personalities,
Black Pus,
The Invisible,
Kayak,
Fatback Band,
The Pretty Things,
Depeche Mode,
Con Funk Shun,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Amon Düül,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Essential Logic,
The Gories,
Lakeside,
Suicide,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jacob Miller,
Nik Kershaw,
Barry Ungar,
Black Bananas,
Supertramp,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Archie Shepp,
The Sound,
Hot Snakes,
48th St. Collective,
The Sonics,
Godley & Creme,
OOIOO,
Inner City,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deepchord,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tres Demented,
Faraquet,
Bang On A Can,
The Barracudas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
KRS-One,
Oblivians,
Sugar Minott,
Bauhaus,
Slave,
The Mojo Men,
E-Dancer,
Trumans Water,
Gang Starr,
Quantec,
The Victims,
Gregory Isaacs,
China Crisis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Second Layer,
Michelle Simonal,
Pole,
Harpers Bizarre,
These Immortal Souls,
Nils Olav,
The Stooges,
John Coltrane,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.