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 Sweden and from Madrid.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Oneida to the grunge 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Tremeloes,
Moby Grape,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Mummies,
Amon Düül II,
Roxette,
Morten Harket,
The Beau Brummels,
Robert Wyatt,
the Soft Cell,
Andrew Hill,
the Normal,
Sound Behaviour,
Iggy Pop,
Ituana,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Big Daddy Kane,
Agent Orange,
Pole,
The Smiths,
Echospace,
Roxy Music,
Main Source,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Von Mondo,
Camberwell Now,
John Cale,
Nik Kershaw,
Sällskapet,
Dark Day,
Eric Dolphy,
Angry Samoans,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gap Band,
Infiniti,
The Last Poets,
Guru Guru,
Babytalk,
Cybotron,
Sun Ra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Mojo Men,
Model 500,
Tim Buckley,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minny Pops,
Kaleidoscope,
Easy Going,
Bad Manners,
T.S.O.L.,
Surgeon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Massinfluence,
the Association,
Malaria!,
Sight & Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.