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 Azerbaijan 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Smog to the funk 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
the Normal,
the Germs,
Moby Grape,
Dawn Penn,
Smog,
Reuben Wilson,
The New Christs,
the Slits,
Boredoms,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Desert Stars,
Avey Tare,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Con Funk Shun,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radio Birdman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Max Romeo,
Dark Day,
Fear,
EPMD,
Tim Buckley,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Metal Thangz,
The Grass Roots,
Icehouse,
The Mummies,
Average White Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Magma,
Bob Dylan,
Rites of Spring,
The Neon Judgement,
Eve St. Jones,
Matthew Halsall,
Pierre Henry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lindisfarne,
Barrington Levy,
Funkadelic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Searchers,
Wasted Youth,
Guru Guru,
Mad Mike,
Agitation Free,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Seeds,
Iggy Pop,
Lakeside,
Blossom Toes,
John Coltrane,
OOIOO,
Cluster,
Minnie Riperton,
AZ,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.