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 Kazakhstan and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 David Bowie 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 Arcadia to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Agitation Free,
Sonic Youth,
Hashim,
kango's stein massive,
Newcleus,
The Monks,
New Age Steppers,
Bootsy Collins,
Skaos,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Lydon,
Bill Near,
Malaria!,
Terry Callier,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
T. Rex,
Funky Four + One,
Dawn Penn,
The United States of America,
MDC,
The Pretty Things,
The Cure,
The Blackbyrds,
JFA,
The Flesh Eaters,
Arcadia,
Babytalk,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Talk Talk,
Average White Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Fugazi,
Technova,
Animal Collective,
Ohio Players,
Colin Newman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jeru the Damaja,
Janne Schatter,
The Names,
The Cowsills,
The Real Kids,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Althea and Donna,
The Electric Prunes,
Crooked Eye,
Drexciya,
Yaz,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kevin Saunderson,
X-101,
Donny Hathaway,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ken Boothe,
Tears for Fears,
Sugar Minott,
Fat Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
Yellowson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.