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 Ivory Coast and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Minny Pops to the dance 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
The Knickerbockers,
Kerri Chandler,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Young Rascals,
Letta Mbulu,
Crooked Eye,
The Walker Brothers,
Main Source,
Susan Cadogan,
Marmalade,
Joey Negro,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Average White Band,
Accadde A,
Joy Division,
Make Up,
Heaven 17,
Y Pants,
Simply Red,
Mantronix,
The Golliwogs,
Wire,
Basic Channel,
The Saints,
John Holt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Max Romeo,
Gabor Szabo,
The Velvet Underground,
Reagan Youth,
Idris Muhammad,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tom Boy,
The Blackbyrds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Divine Comedy,
Jandek,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tommy Roe,
The Offenders,
the Soft Cell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Detroit Cobras,
Angry Samoans,
Excepter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Slick Rick,
These Immortal Souls,
Marc Almond,
Radio Birdman,
Magazine,
Fear,
Marcia Griffiths,
Spoonie Gee,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sandy B,
Black Sheep,
Chrome,
Charles Mingus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.