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 Malta and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sarah Menescal to the rap 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Rotary Connection,
Khruangbin,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Letta Mbulu,
David Bowie,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Agitation Free,
Erasure,
X-102,
Harry Pussy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sugar Minott,
Barrington Levy,
The Residents,
Surgeon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jawbox,
Drexciya,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Qualms,
Andrew Hill,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
In Retrospect,
Pussy Galore,
Sixth Finger,
These Immortal Souls,
John Cale,
Matthew Halsall,
Pagans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
10cc,
The Doobie Brothers,
Quantec,
Wally Richardson,
Theoretical Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joe Smooth,
Reuben Wilson,
L. Decosne,
The Searchers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kevin Saunderson,
Goldenarms,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare,
Yaz,
June of 44,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Accadde A,
Lindisfarne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sandy B,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joensuu 1685,
Crooked Eye,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.