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 Moldova and from Taipei.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 Duran Duran to the funk 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Fugazi,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Patti Smith,
Wire,
Sällskapet,
Ten City,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Sound,
Porter Ricks,
Schoolly D,
Bauhaus,
Wings,
Sonic Youth,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Sherman,
Henry Cow,
Aswad,
Glenn Branca,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Steve Hackett,
Icehouse,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Neon Judgement,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Infiniti,
EPMD,
Alton Ellis,
Kurtis Blow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fat Boys,
Bush Tetras,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Harmonia,
Wasted Youth,
Minutemen,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moss Icon,
DJ Style,
Johnny Clarke,
New Age Steppers,
Dorothy Ashby,
New Order,
DJ Sneak,
Procol Harum,
Essential Logic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Suicide,
Outsiders,
Whodini,
Yusef Lateef,
The Happenings,
Letta Mbulu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lalann,
Magma,
The Flesh Eaters,
Don Cherry,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.