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 Chad 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Lungfish to the disco 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wolf Eyes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Robert Wyatt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Coltrane,
Main Source,
Fear,
Derrick Morgan,
Aloha Tigers,
Bluetip,
Section 25,
Scan 7,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hot Snakes,
Black Flag,
The Walker Brothers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Delta 5,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Davy DMX,
Rosa Yemen,
cv313,
Shuggie Otis,
Babytalk,
Gil Scott Heron,
Radiopuhelimet,
La Düsseldorf,
Japan,
The Durutti Column,
Arcadia,
Minutemen,
the Sonics,
China Crisis,
Man Parrish,
Sexual Harrassment,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crispian St. Peters,
Schoolly D,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Skriet,
The Birthday Party,
Donald Byrd,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare,
Rekid,
Rapeman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rufus Thomas,
Maurizio,
Angry Samoans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Blossom Toes,
Fatback Band,
Alton Ellis,
Lungfish,
Lou Reed,
Can,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.