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 Madagascar and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Vogues to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
The Real Kids,
Bob Dylan,
Aural Exciters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Television,
the Bar-Kays,
The New Christs,
Scion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Godley & Creme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Shuggie Otis,
Nas,
Matthew Halsall,
EPMD,
John Holt,
Ludus,
James White and The Blacks,
The Sonics,
Roxy Music,
Ken Boothe,
The Seeds,
Nik Kershaw,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cowsills,
T.S.O.L.,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Byrd,
Lyres,
The Skatalites,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Kinks,
Sugar Minott,
Bizarre Inc.,
Vainqueur,
Freddie Wadling,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brothers Johnson,
Susan Cadogan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Pop Group,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ituana,
Essential Logic,
Outsiders,
Sarah Menescal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Morten Harket,
The Dave Clark Five,
Unwound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Albert Ayler,
Minny Pops,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rod Modell,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.