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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Joyce Sims to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Nick Fraelich,
Hashim,
Donald Byrd,
New Age Steppers,
Roy Ayers,
The Star Department,
The Invisible,
The Knickerbockers,
Lower 48,
Max Romeo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Boz Scaggs,
Donny Hathaway,
Delta 5,
Ice-T,
The Buckinghams,
Public Image Ltd.,
ABC,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Index,
Tears for Fears,
Kaleidoscope,
Eric Dolphy,
Negative Approach,
The Motions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gichy Dan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Desert Stars,
Sandy B,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hasil Adkins,
Cymande,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Kinks,
Television Personalities,
Minny Pops,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sister Nancy,
Con Funk Shun,
Dead Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Christie,
Flash Fearless,
Little Man,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Bananas,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gories,
Davy DMX,
Susan Cadogan,
Warren Ellis,
The Vogues,
Johnny Osbourne,
The J.B.'s,
The New Christs,
Wire,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.