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 Papua New Guinea 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 Blossom Toes to the techno 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bill Near,
Sonic Youth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Darondo,
Q and Not U,
The Martian,
The J.B.'s,
Neu!,
Cheater Slicks,
Nils Olav,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Popol Vuh,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Dirtbombs,
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Görl,
Idris Muhammad,
Adolescents,
Metal Thangz,
The Techniques,
The Associates,
The Evens,
Pole,
Sexual Harrassment,
Public Enemy,
Technova,
Marmalade,
The Knickerbockers,
Japan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Mummies,
The Leaves,
Moss Icon,
Audionom,
Simply Red,
Sugar Minott,
Stetsasonic,
The Moody Blues,
Tres Demented,
Eric Dolphy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gil Scott Heron,
China Crisis,
Desert Stars,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Swans,
Barry Ungar,
Magma,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
Traffic Nightmare,
Maleditus Sound,
the Germs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare,
Mo-Dettes,
Oblivians,
The Monochrome Set,
Charles Mingus,
Bang On A Can,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.