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 Uganda and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 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 Curtis Mayfield to the dance 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Lower 48,
Cal Tjader,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Interpol,
The Skatalites,
UT,
Crime,
The Tremeloes,
Organ,
Grey Daturas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Shuggie Otis,
Janne Schatter,
Robert Hood,
Kayak,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lyres,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rapeman,
Sparks,
Make Up,
Cymande,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fela Kuti,
Mr. Review,
Alphaville,
Fatback Band,
Delta 5,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Busters,
Soulsonic Force,
Don Cherry,
The Fire Engines,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang Green,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Circle Jerks,
Harry Pussy,
Anakelly,
Rosa Yemen,
Alice Coltrane,
Isaac Hayes,
Section 25,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fear,
Ultimate Spinach,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lucky Dragons,
The Black Dice,
Vainqueur,
John Cale,
Reagan Youth,
Severed Heads,
Electric Prunes,
Zapp,
The Grass Roots,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.