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 Jordan and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Young Marble Giants to the grime 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Los Fastidios,
Charles Mingus,
New Order,
Infiniti,
Erykah Badu,
Motorama,
Thompson Twins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Laurel Aitken,
Ronan,
Junior Murvin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camberwell Now,
Sound Behaviour,
Yellowson,
James White and The Blacks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tubeway Army,
Gregory Isaacs,
Electric Prunes,
Erasure,
The Black Dice,
Man Eating Sloth,
DJ Style,
cv313,
The Angels of Light,
Au Pairs,
UT,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marmalade,
Yaz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minnie Riperton,
The Stooges,
Quando Quango,
Joey Negro,
Barrington Levy,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultra Naté,
John Holt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Monks,
Parry Music,
Godley & Creme,
The Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
Ludus,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Swans,
The Toasters,
Country Teasers,
Alphaville,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Model 500,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultravox,
Gabor Szabo,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.