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 Algeria and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Albert Ayler to the rap 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
The Vogues,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Khruangbin,
Nils Olav,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Remains,
Intrusion,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scan 7,
Boogie Down Productions,
X-101,
Mandrill,
Faust,
Ronnie Foster,
Terrestrial Tones,
Boredoms,
Eurythmics,
Aswad,
Spoonie Gee,
The Angels of Light,
Joe Smooth,
Minnie Riperton,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cluster,
Alison Limerick,
Mission of Burma,
Prince Buster,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Christie,
Deadbeat,
Niagra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Fania All-Stars,
Television Personalities,
Make Up,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pussy Galore,
Danielle Patucci,
Radio Birdman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Arcadia,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
E-Dancer,
Sound Behaviour,
World's Most,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Reagan Youth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Youth Brigade,
Tomorrow,
Pole,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gerry Rafferty,
Monolake,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DJ Style,
Kas Product,
Au Pairs,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.