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 Cuba and from Bremen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 Oblivians to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Swans,
Angry Samoans,
Black Pus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hashim,
Panda Bear,
Animal Collective,
The Star Department,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Quando Quango,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boz Scaggs,
World's Most,
The Barracudas,
John Foxx,
Fat Boys,
The Gories,
Tubeway Army,
Main Source,
Tres Demented,
Susan Cadogan,
Cameo,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Sound,
L. Decosne,
Interpol,
Roxy Music,
Wire,
The Happenings,
Metal Thangz,
Easy Going,
kango's stein massive,
Davy DMX,
Stiv Bators,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lyres,
Gabor Szabo,
Faraquet,
Josef K,
Model 500,
Warsaw,
These Immortal Souls,
The Electric Prunes,
Masters at Work,
Rekid,
the Bar-Kays,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mandrill,
Mission of Burma,
Nils Olav,
Stereo Dub,
Terry Callier,
Black Bananas,
Hardrive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Motorama,
The Raincoats,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.