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 Saudi Arabia and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 Symarip to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Vainqueur,
Black Pus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Agitation Free,
CMW,
Soul II Soul,
Tom Boy,
The Modern Lovers,
Average White Band,
Desert Stars,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bauhaus,
The Trojans,
Terry Callier,
Robert Wyatt,
Ponytail,
Hardrive,
Pole,
Dennis Brown,
the Normal,
The Victims,
The Selecter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Surgeon,
Patti Smith,
Minutemen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Chris Corsano,
Scion,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare,
Eddi Front,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Womack,
Mars,
the Soft Cell,
Matthew Halsall,
Boredoms,
Ronnie Foster,
Cal Tjader,
The American Breed,
Alton Ellis,
DJ Style,
Morten Harket,
The Stooges,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Porter Ricks,
Pussy Galore,
Japan,
Rites of Spring,
Terrestrial Tones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Germs,
Con Funk Shun,
LL Cool J,
The Fortunes,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.