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 Georgia and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Wolf Eyes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Cybotron,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultra Naté,
Man Parrish,
Echospace,
The Toasters,
the Human League,
Robert Görl,
UT,
Brand Nubian,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dennis Brown,
Michelle Simonal,
Symarip,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sandy B,
CMW,
New York Dolls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
New Age Steppers,
Darondo,
Young Marble Giants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nils Olav,
Minny Pops,
The Young Rascals,
Anthony Braxton,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Slits,
Gregory Isaacs,
Delta 5,
Mark Hollis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Davy DMX,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cameo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
JFA,
Scientists,
Robert Hood,
Sound Behaviour,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rekid,
Surgeon,
The Electric Prunes,
Piero Umiliani,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sam Rivers,
Lindisfarne,
Bad Manners,
Ossler,
Reagan Youth,
Alton Ellis,
Soft Machine,
Absolute Body Control,
D'Angelo,
Dawn Penn,
Patti Smith,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.