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 Mozambique and from Taipei.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum 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 Frankie Knuckles 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Erykah Badu,
Lyres,
Gichy Dan,
Moss Icon,
Sugar Minott,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bluetip,
A Certain Ratio,
The Dead C,
Robert Hood,
Eve St. Jones,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Monks,
Sister Nancy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Bar-Kays,
Cymande,
Skaos,
Grey Daturas,
Nas,
Pere Ubu,
Quantec,
Public Enemy,
The Raincoats,
Radiohead,
Procol Harum,
MC5,
Barry Ungar,
Roxy Music,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nik Kershaw,
EPMD,
Cybotron,
Lou Reed,
Altered Images,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Isaac Hayes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Martian,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Inner City,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rod Modell,
U.S. Maple,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
a-ha,
Joensuu 1685,
Derrick May,
Terrestrial Tones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Amon Düül II,
The Mojo Men,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Freddie Wadling,
Supertramp,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.