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 Bangladesh 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rotary Connection to the jazz 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Sparks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Janne Schatter,
Charles Mingus,
The Zeros,
Harry Pussy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Niagra,
Mark Hollis,
John Holt,
Mr. Review,
Warren Ellis,
Dead Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Stooges,
Echospace,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Trojans,
Sixth Finger,
Anthony Braxton,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
T.S.O.L.,
Warsaw,
The Star Department,
The Seeds,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Five Americans,
Little Man,
Dark Day,
The Birthday Party,
Porter Ricks,
R.M.O.,
Minor Threat,
Radiohead,
Rekid,
kango's stein massive,
Albert Ayler,
The Mummies,
Lightning Bolt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Groovy Waters,
Qualms,
Stereo Dub,
Gang Starr,
Mad Mike,
The Techniques,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ronan,
Royal Trux,
Crash Course in Science,
Rosa Yemen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Inner City,
Donny Hathaway,
the Soft Cell,
the Germs,
Boz Scaggs,
Jacob Miller,
Junior Murvin,
The Leaves,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.