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 Guyana and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the grunge 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Brothers Johnson,
Deakin,
Malaria!,
Agitation Free,
Lower 48,
Arthur Verocai,
Severed Heads,
The Detroit Cobras,
Interpol,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Drive Like Jehu,
Chrome,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eurythmics,
Qualms,
The Blues Magoos,
One Last Wish,
China Crisis,
The Doors,
The Pop Group,
Neil Young,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ken Boothe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Intrusion,
Deepchord,
Gichy Dan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dead Boys,
Rakim,
B.T. Express,
Tom Boy,
Tears for Fears,
Nik Kershaw,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Names,
Joey Negro,
The Last Poets,
Gang of Four,
Whodini,
Alton Ellis,
Lebanon Hanover,
La Düsseldorf,
Brick,
Harry Pussy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pussy Galore,
Wings,
Lungfish,
Alphaville,
Harmonia,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Surgeon,
Bob Dylan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Connie Case,
New Order,
Main Source,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Icehouse,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.