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 Tunisia and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron 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 La Düsseldorf to the crunk 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Fela Kuti,
Pierre Henry,
Jacques Brel,
Q65,
X-102,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Sheep,
Goldenarms,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joensuu 1685,
Suburban Knight,
Archie Shepp,
UT,
The Kinks,
Terry Callier,
Dawn Penn,
Erasure,
Visage,
Fluxion,
Soulsonic Force,
Roger Hodgson,
Yusef Lateef,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
David McCallum,
Fatback Band,
Camberwell Now,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
48th St. Collective,
Peter & Gordon,
Mission of Burma,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Barracudas,
Unwound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bush Tetras,
Khruangbin,
Eric Dolphy,
Mad Mike,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Flash Fearless,
Skaos,
Ultra Naté,
The Misunderstood,
Audionom,
Desert Stars,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Normal,
Ronan,
Minny Pops,
a-ha,
Severed Heads,
Harpers Bizarre,
Accadde A,
Ituana,
John Foxx,
The Motions,
The American Breed,
Nick Fraelich,
The Star Department,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.