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 Brunei and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Black Bananas to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr 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 jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
June Days,
Josef K,
Slave,
JFA,
Livin' Joy,
The Star Department,
The Monks,
The Smiths,
The Human League,
Lou Christie,
New Order,
The Buckinghams,
48th St. Collective,
Robert Wyatt,
Chrome,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lalann,
Lebanon Hanover,
Moss Icon,
Blossom Toes,
The Associates,
Skriet,
Sällskapet,
Barry Ungar,
Matthew Halsall,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yusef Lateef,
Wire,
Hasil Adkins,
Quando Quango,
Monks,
Quadrant,
Moebius,
Judy Mowatt,
Mad Mike,
Flamin' Groovies,
Zero Boys,
Silicon Teens,
Maurizio,
Boz Scaggs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minutemen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Busters,
Outsiders,
DNA,
Blake Baxter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Youth Brigade,
Sound Behaviour,
Jeff Mills,
Gabor Szabo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Metal Thangz,
Brand Nubian,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joyce Sims,
Gang of Four,
Intrusion,
Lungfish,
Warren Ellis,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.