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 Morocco and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin 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 Judy Mowatt to the rap 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Flag,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barbara Tucker,
Porter Ricks,
The Red Krayola,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gabor Szabo,
The Dirtbombs,
New Order,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Procol Harum,
Supertramp,
Gichy Dan,
Blancmange,
Index,
Bronski Beat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Loose Ends,
Jeff Mills,
the Soft Cell,
Lakeside,
The Young Rascals,
The Saints,
Camouflage,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Last Poets,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Man Eating Sloth,
EPMD,
Moss Icon,
Joe Smooth,
Sight & Sound,
Japan,
Donald Byrd,
Charles Mingus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Iggy Pop,
Negative Approach,
This Heat,
Radiohead,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Electric Prunes,
Marine Girls,
Little Man,
Saccharine Trust,
Con Funk Shun,
Bad Manners,
The Doors,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eve St. Jones,
Scion,
Archie Shepp,
The Trojans,
Darondo,
Barry Ungar,
Excepter,
Mad Mike,
10cc,
Tres Demented,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang Green,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.