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 Indonesia and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 Jesper Dahlback to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Ituana,
The Red Krayola,
Desert Stars,
Tim Buckley,
Rotary Connection,
The Electric Prunes,
Fad Gadget,
Pylon,
Barbara Tucker,
48th St. Collective,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Five Americans,
Marc Almond,
Derrick May,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gladiators,
Roxy Music,
KRS-One,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Sonics,
Minor Threat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Liliput,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Funkadelic,
Rod Modell,
The Trojans,
Surgeon,
Erykah Badu,
Gichy Dan,
Royal Trux,
Bob Dylan,
Swell Maps,
The Fuzztones,
The Modern Lovers,
Pulsallama,
Amon Düül,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lalann,
June of 44,
Sun City Girls,
Livin' Joy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang Green,
The United States of America,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roger Hodgson,
Newcleus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Mummies,
The Monks,
The Last Poets,
Procol Harum,
10cc,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Durutti Column,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rakim,
Sound Behaviour,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.