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 Kazakhstan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 PIL to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Technova,
the Normal,
The Residents,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Siglo XX,
Ronan,
DJ Style,
Dennis Brown,
the Soft Cell,
Zapp,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jawbox,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
James White and The Blacks,
The Busters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ten City,
The Raincoats,
Godley & Creme,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Connie Case,
Wolf Eyes,
Nick Fraelich,
Nas,
Pierre Henry,
Minnie Riperton,
the Slits,
Amazonics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Organ,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Shuggie Otis,
The Dead C,
X-102,
Harry Pussy,
Mo-Dettes,
Cal Tjader,
Eve St. Jones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Moleskins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sugar Minott,
Procol Harum,
Kas Product,
Black Pus,
Anthony Braxton,
Dead Boys,
R.M.O.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Robert Wyatt,
Wally Richardson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yaz,
Pharoah Sanders,
Von Mondo,
Electric Prunes,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.