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 Greece and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 LL Cool J to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Leonard Cohen,
DJ Style,
The Last Poets,
The Electric Prunes,
Toni Rubio,
Oneida,
Boredoms,
The Star Department,
The Detroit Cobras,
Maleditus Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Glenn Branca,
Ten City,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Association,
Eddi Front,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Judy Mowatt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jacob Miller,
The Buckinghams,
Theoretical Girls,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Sherman,
Echospace,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fatback Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tubeway Army,
The Techniques,
Chris Corsano,
Crooked Eye,
Interpol,
Magma,
Bob Dylan,
Wings,
The Skatalites,
Prince Buster,
The Human League,
Pussy Galore,
Traffic Nightmare,
Terry Callier,
UT,
Colin Newman,
Sarah Menescal,
Faraquet,
Marmalade,
Amon Düül II,
E-Dancer,
the Slits,
48th St. Collective,
Vainqueur,
Flipper,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Music Machine,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.