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 Egypt and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gil Scott Heron to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Technova,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Audionom,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sugar Minott,
The Remains,
Marine Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Index,
Nik Kershaw,
Bootsy Collins,
MDC,
Lightning Bolt,
Monolake,
Q and Not U,
The American Breed,
Joensuu 1685,
The Five Americans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Procol Harum,
Heaven 17,
Dark Day,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Smoke,
Sex Pistols,
La Düsseldorf,
Ronan,
James White and The Blacks,
The Busters,
Minor Threat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
X-Ray Spex,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pere Ubu,
Toni Rubio,
Camberwell Now,
John Coltrane,
Donald Byrd,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Niagra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Music Machine,
Severed Heads,
Negative Approach,
Crash Course in Science,
The Blues Magoos,
Sun Ra,
Khruangbin,
Black Sheep,
Big Daddy Kane,
T. Rex,
the Human League,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cure,
The Modern Lovers,
Michelle Simonal,
F. McDonald,
Circle Jerks,
The Slackers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.