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 Gabon and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Ludus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pussy Galore,
Soul II Soul,
Silicon Teens,
Subhumans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scientists,
Eli Mardock,
The Litter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wally Richardson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Half Japanese,
T. Rex,
X-101,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sun City Girls,
Amazonics,
Gang Green,
Delta 5,
Thompson Twins,
Pere Ubu,
Severed Heads,
Peter and Kerry,
Fatback Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Interpol,
Guru Guru,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rekid,
The Golliwogs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tom Boy,
Gang of Four,
Camouflage,
Ituana,
The Stooges,
Arcadia,
Rapeman,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fall,
Gang Starr,
Eric Dolphy,
Hasil Adkins,
Thee Headcoats,
Mark Hollis,
Urselle,
Camberwell Now,
Unwound,
Sight & Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
The J.B.'s,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roxy Music,
The Remains,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.