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 Belize and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Hasil Adkins to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Delon & Dalcan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Swans,
Grey Daturas,
Rosa Yemen,
The Human League,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Sherman,
Jeff Lynne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fort Wilson Riot,
K-Klass,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nick Fraelich,
Minny Pops,
Letta Mbulu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Massinfluence,
Ronan,
Pussy Galore,
Maurizio,
Jeff Mills,
Dawn Penn,
Joensuu 1685,
Sparks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cybotron,
Terrestrial Tones,
Neil Young,
Niagra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Josef K,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jacob Miller,
These Immortal Souls,
the Human League,
AZ,
KRS-One,
Pagans,
Stetsasonic,
the Slits,
Vainqueur,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Metal Thangz,
Spoonie Gee,
ABBA,
New Order,
The Moody Blues,
Amazonics,
Dual Sessions,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Dirtbombs,
Groovy Waters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lyres,
Junior Murvin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.