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 Thailand and from Delhi.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 Gil Scott Heron to the rap 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Surgeon,
10cc,
Ornette Coleman,
Flash Fearless,
The Electric Prunes,
Nils Olav,
Lightning Bolt,
Bronski Beat,
Flipper,
Kurtis Blow,
Buzzcocks,
The Last Poets,
Bauhaus,
Ponytail,
Soul Sonic Force,
Harry Pussy,
Fela Kuti,
Black Sheep,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Green,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Motorama,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Starr,
Joe Finger,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Lydon,
Outsiders,
Rosa Yemen,
Brand Nubian,
R.M.O.,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Pop Group,
Rakim,
Sonny Sharrock,
Television,
The Motions,
The Invisible,
June Days,
Amazonics,
Big Daddy Kane,
Massinfluence,
Slick Rick,
Lakeside,
Nik Kershaw,
Make Up,
Bluetip,
Electric Prunes,
The Real Kids,
Erykah Badu,
The Doors,
Hoover,
Donald Byrd,
The Remains,
Jacques Brel,
The Dead C,
Drexciya,
Skarface,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Interpol,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.