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 Ukraine and from Houston.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 U.S. Maple to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gregory Isaacs,
Neil Young,
Eli Mardock,
Sun City Girls,
Black Flag,
Stereo Dub,
Cheater Slicks,
Henry Cow,
The Techniques,
The Index,
10cc,
Thompson Twins,
Erykah Badu,
Symarip,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Reed,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
U.S. Maple,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Erasure,
Easy Going,
One Last Wish,
Angry Samoans,
Eric Dolphy,
Prince Buster,
Livin' Joy,
Gang Starr,
Skarface,
Moebius,
Joe Smooth,
The Wake,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang Green,
Loose Ends,
the Slits,
Rapeman,
Warsaw,
kango's stein massive,
Aswad,
Unrelated Segments,
Michelle Simonal,
Pagans,
Fad Gadget,
The Young Rascals,
B.T. Express,
Ohio Players,
Can,
Crash Course in Science,
Basic Channel,
The Sound,
Underground Resistance,
Ronan,
Fatback Band,
Deakin,
Ice-T,
Hardrive,
Crispy Ambulance,
Zero Boys,
The Smoke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kenny Larkin,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.