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 Estonia and from Accra.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar 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 The Gap Band to the grime 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
John Coltrane,
The Trojans,
The Divine Comedy,
Matthew Bourne,
Bush Tetras,
Fat Boys,
John Lydon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Radiohead,
Bad Manners,
Hashim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pierre Henry,
The Selecter,
The Smiths,
The Residents,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lalo Schifrin,
JFA,
Josef K,
Clear Light,
MC5,
The Fall,
The Five Americans,
Matthew Halsall,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Von Mondo,
The Angels of Light,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Agitation Free,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Doobie Brothers,
Amon Düül II,
Marvin Gaye,
Kurtis Blow,
Man Parrish,
The American Breed,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Warren Ellis,
Fela Kuti,
The Pop Group,
The Skatalites,
Slick Rick,
One Last Wish,
Section 25,
Eddi Front,
The Doors,
Yellowson,
Crash Course in Science,
Cymande,
Wings,
The Cramps,
The Modern Lovers,
the Normal,
Rosa Yemen,
Blake Baxter,
K-Klass,
Lightning Bolt,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.