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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Gang Gang Dance to the funk 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sandy B,
Peter and Kerry,
This Heat,
The Angels of Light,
Rekid,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Holt,
Section 25,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gladiators,
Von Mondo,
Niagra,
Minutemen,
A Certain Ratio,
Max Romeo,
The Neon Judgement,
Patti Smith,
Parry Music,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dirtbombs,
Connie Case,
Soft Cell,
Tres Demented,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Stooges,
AZ,
the Human League,
Sam Rivers,
Junior Murvin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Offenders,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pussy Galore,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cecil Taylor,
The Seeds,
Smog,
Arcadia,
Symarip,
Vladislav Delay,
Wasted Youth,
Zero Boys,
the Soft Cell,
Masters at Work,
Lebanon Hanover,
James White and The Blacks,
Infiniti,
Roger Hodgson,
Cybotron,
Lou Reed,
Mars,
Gang of Four,
Dark Day,
Erasure,
Outsiders,
Swell Maps,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.