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 Korea South and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the rock 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Royal Trux,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crash Course in Science,
The Searchers,
the Association,
Avey Tare,
Soft Machine,
Gabor Szabo,
Pulsallama,
Ludus,
Masters at Work,
Kaleidoscope,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tommy Roe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boogie Down Productions,
Simply Red,
Matthew Halsall,
Drexciya,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chris Corsano,
Eric B and Rakim,
Das Ding,
Scion,
Black Moon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Little Man,
PIL,
Public Enemy,
Faraquet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lungfish,
Marc Almond,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang Gang Dance,
T.S.O.L.,
Al Stewart,
Subhumans,
Tears for Fears,
Ken Boothe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Public Image Ltd.,
Terry Callier,
Gang Green,
Gichy Dan,
Guru Guru,
Pet Shop Boys,
New York Dolls,
Liliput,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Glenn Branca,
The Seeds,
Bauhaus,
Junior Murvin,
Porter Ricks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nick Fraelich,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.