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 Beijing.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet 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 Echospace to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Man Parrish,
Derrick Morgan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Seeds,
Kurtis Blow,
Little Man,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rakim,
Scrapy,
John Holt,
David Axelrod,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Coltrane,
Juan Atkins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wings,
Massinfluence,
Wolf Eyes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Move,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
LL Cool J,
Trumans Water,
New York Dolls,
EPMD,
Tommy Roe,
Visage,
the Slits,
the Bar-Kays,
Josef K,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fall,
Alison Limerick,
Chris Corsano,
Idris Muhammad,
Rod Modell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marc Almond,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jimmy McGriff,
Arthur Verocai,
Whodini,
Clear Light,
Q and Not U,
Duran Duran,
Eric Copeland,
Skarface,
Shoche,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DNA,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yazoo,
Inner City,
The Cosmic Jokers,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.