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 Kuwait and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Mission of Burma,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Grass Roots,
Echospace,
Derrick Morgan,
Faraquet,
In Retrospect,
Johnny Clarke,
Supertramp,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Barracudas,
Joy Division,
Gerry Rafferty,
Maurizio,
The Smiths,
U.S. Maple,
Drive Like Jehu,
Absolute Body Control,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang of Four,
Jesper Dahlback,
Outsiders,
Animal Collective,
Jeru the Damaja,
Susan Cadogan,
Fear,
Wolf Eyes,
A Certain Ratio,
Grey Daturas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Victims,
Soft Cell,
Ludus,
The Wake,
The Martian,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gong,
Sun Ra,
Danielle Patucci,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lucky Dragons,
David McCallum,
Carl Craig,
T.S.O.L.,
Roxette,
Circle Jerks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Donald Byrd,
The Fortunes,
Basic Channel,
Kenny Larkin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Slick Rick,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barrington Levy,
Hashim,
Janne Schatter,
Fela Kuti,
The Tremeloes,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.