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 Armenia and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Erasure 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
8 Eyed Spy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Banda Bassotti,
Thee Headcoats,
The Barracudas,
Fatback Band,
The Birthday Party,
John Lydon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Piero Umiliani,
Arcadia,
the Normal,
David Bowie,
F. McDonald,
Gong,
Gregory Isaacs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sight & Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fad Gadget,
Radio Birdman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lakeside,
Vladislav Delay,
Grauzone,
Sister Nancy,
Eric Dolphy,
Marmalade,
Minutemen,
Black Bananas,
Slave,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Babytalk,
Silicon Teens,
The Searchers,
Technova,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Laurel Aitken,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Circle Jerks,
Panda Bear,
Unrelated Segments,
Letta Mbulu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bang On A Can,
New Order,
Ronnie Foster,
Siglo XX,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Stooges,
A Certain Ratio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Faust,
Joe Finger,
Pylon,
Pere Ubu,
The Smiths,
Soulsonic Force,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.