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 Macedonia and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Accadde A to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mo-Dettes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Shuggie Otis,
Quadrant,
Electric Prunes,
Magazine,
The Cramps,
Marmalade,
Little Man,
Matthew Halsall,
Don Cherry,
Can,
kango's stein massive,
the Human League,
The Beau Brummels,
Amon Düül II,
The Move,
Soul Sonic Force,
Theoretical Girls,
Sugar Minott,
Lalann,
The Cowsills,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
June of 44,
the Slits,
Aloha Tigers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nick Fraelich,
Crash Course in Science,
Rosa Yemen,
Mandrill,
Harry Pussy,
Pagans,
John Lydon,
Rekid,
Fear,
A Certain Ratio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Erykah Badu,
The Blackbyrds,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bluetip,
Ken Boothe,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Human League,
MDC,
Fluxion,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Monolake,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Kinks,
David Bowie,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeff Lynne,
Scan 7,
Eden Ahbez,
The Skatalites,
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.