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 Bulgaria and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ 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 The Motions to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Roger Hodgson,
Cecil Taylor,
Loose Ends,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
David Axelrod,
Tres Demented,
Second Layer,
One Last Wish,
Sound Behaviour,
Bootsy Collins,
Marmalade,
Whodini,
Graham Central Station,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scion,
Patti Smith,
Wally Richardson,
Radio Birdman,
Cymande,
Cybotron,
Ice-T,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sonic Youth,
Pussy Galore,
Dead Boys,
Trumans Water,
Curtis Mayfield,
T.S.O.L.,
Stereo Dub,
Bob Dylan,
Quando Quango,
These Immortal Souls,
DNA,
The Moleskins,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gladiators,
Sun Ra,
Marine Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fad Gadget,
The Slackers,
Yellowson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Duran Duran,
John Coltrane,
Sam Rivers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Junior Murvin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Silicon Teens,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Golliwogs,
Moebius,
Gregory Isaacs,
The American Breed,
The Associates,
Livin' Joy,
Sällskapet,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.