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 Guinea-Bissau and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 Wally Richardson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minor Threat,
Sandy B,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Christie,
Funky Four + One,
The Slits,
Main Source,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Sherman,
Soul II Soul,
Lyres,
Kerri Chandler,
Cluster,
Easy Going,
Quadrant,
The Fire Engines,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cramps,
Can,
Sexual Harrassment,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Theoretical Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mantronix,
Flipper,
Moebius,
Gong,
Lindisfarne,
The Motions,
Joe Smooth,
Black Bananas,
Agitation Free,
Basic Channel,
Nico,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joe Finger,
Ornette Coleman,
Yazoo,
Section 25,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Royal Trux,
Drexciya,
The Gladiators,
Robert Görl,
Electric Prunes,
The Durutti Column,
Max Romeo,
the Sonics,
Davy DMX,
Wasted Youth,
Pantytec,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Tremeloes,
Liliput,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.