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 Seoul.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 KRS-One to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Kaleidoscope,
Joe Finger,
K-Klass,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Davy DMX,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stiv Bators,
Black Flag,
The Five Americans,
DJ Style,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Swans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gap Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Quando Quango,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Flamin' Groovies,
Los Fastidios,
Tomorrow,
Yusef Lateef,
Television Personalities,
LL Cool J,
The Velvet Underground,
Theoretical Girls,
Eurythmics,
The Beau Brummels,
Dead Boys,
Neu!,
Todd Terry,
Guru Guru,
R.M.O.,
Kool Moe Dee,
The New Christs,
Thompson Twins,
Yazoo,
China Crisis,
Make Up,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun City Girls,
Groovy Waters,
Sun Ra,
Bush Tetras,
Shuggie Otis,
Brass Construction,
AZ,
Black Moon,
Gregory Isaacs,
T. Rex,
Donny Hathaway,
Hasil Adkins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-101,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deadbeat,
48th St. Collective,
The Fortunes,
Blake Baxter,
Masters at Work,
The Smiths,
Bobby Womack,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.