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 South Sudan and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Freddie Wadling,
The Associates,
Brass Construction,
Skarface,
Mo-Dettes,
Rosa Yemen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nik Kershaw,
Byron Stingily,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Slits,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wings,
Albert Ayler,
Bauhaus,
Thee Headcoats,
Grandmaster Flash,
Anakelly,
Dead Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
Suburban Knight,
Joensuu 1685,
Organ,
Ronnie Foster,
Nas,
Y Pants,
The Busters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
Sarah Menescal,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Underground Resistance,
Boz Scaggs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Vogues,
Vainqueur,
Massinfluence,
Oneida,
a-ha,
Eden Ahbez,
DNA,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Seeds,
The Gories,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Pretty Things,
Audionom,
Second Layer,
Flamin' Groovies,
Metal Thangz,
Fear,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Donald Byrd,
Sex Pistols,
Mantronix,
E-Dancer,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
A Certain Ratio,
Man Eating Sloth,
Japan,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.