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 New Zealand and from Stockholm.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
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 organ 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the rap 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Prince Buster,
New Order,
The Vogues,
Circle Jerks,
Janne Schatter,
Eli Mardock,
Kerrie Biddell,
Guru Guru,
X-101,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deadbeat,
KRS-One,
The Trojans,
Interpol,
Graham Central Station,
Camberwell Now,
Das Ding,
DJ Style,
Icehouse,
Arab on Radar,
cv313,
Robert Görl,
Deepchord,
the Germs,
the Swans,
Alton Ellis,
The Knickerbockers,
Sun City Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
Absolute Body Control,
Quando Quango,
The Litter,
New York Dolls,
Lou Christie,
Hardrive,
Gerry Rafferty,
Harry Pussy,
The Names,
La Düsseldorf,
Mantronix,
The Young Rascals,
Dennis Brown,
Dark Day,
Echospace,
LL Cool J,
The Modern Lovers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Con Funk Shun,
The Victims,
Heaven 17,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Oneida,
Agitation Free,
The Neon Judgement,
Eden Ahbez,
Amazonics,
Livin' Joy,
Moss Icon,
The Black Dice,
Drive Like Jehu,
Technova,
The Beau Brummels,
Sandy B,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.