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 Botswana and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mantronix to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
In Retrospect,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scan 7,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sugar Minott,
The Slits,
The Happenings,
MDC,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Move,
EPMD,
the Human League,
Marvin Gaye,
Amon Düül II,
Tropical Tobacco,
Charles Mingus,
Lucky Dragons,
Jacques Brel,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rotary Connection,
Man Eating Sloth,
Freddie Wadling,
Popol Vuh,
Pylon,
MC5,
the Swans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang Gang Dance,
Shuggie Otis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aural Exciters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grey Daturas,
Chris & Cosey,
10cc,
Quantec,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Leonard Cohen,
Unwound,
The Angels of Light,
Idris Muhammad,
Fatback Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eddi Front,
Ice-T,
Wings,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Althea and Donna,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Flag,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Smoke,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Sheep,
Sparks,
The Human League,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.