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 Malaysia and from Cairo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Wake to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Tomorrow,
The Kinks,
Sam Rivers,
Spandau Ballet,
Frankie Knuckles,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nirvana,
Kurtis Blow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pole,
Mission of Burma,
Zapp,
Cymande,
Archie Shepp,
Das Ding,
The Young Rascals,
Dark Day,
Sonic Youth,
Mandrill,
Deakin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New York Dolls,
Lower 48,
Amon Düül II,
Todd Terry,
Vainqueur,
Urselle,
Soft Cell,
David McCallum,
The Standells,
Excepter,
cv313,
Pere Ubu,
June Days,
Kayak,
Con Funk Shun,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gabor Szabo,
The Mummies,
Niagra,
The Walker Brothers,
Main Source,
The Vogues,
Judy Mowatt,
Nick Fraelich,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soul Sonic Force,
Y Pants,
The Blues Magoos,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ronnie Foster,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang Starr,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Sheep,
The Mojo Men,
KRS-One,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.