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 Dominica and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
MC5,
The Music Machine,
Bronski Beat,
Procol Harum,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hoover,
E-Dancer,
The Standells,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Derrick May,
Isaac Hayes,
Prince Buster,
Slick Rick,
Ten City,
Terry Callier,
Swans,
Zapp,
The Moody Blues,
The Grass Roots,
Scientists,
K-Klass,
The Black Dice,
Tommy Roe,
Simply Red,
Porter Ricks,
Pussy Galore,
Jeff Mills,
B.T. Express,
Q and Not U,
The Beau Brummels,
Metal Thangz,
Sparks,
Fatback Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fad Gadget,
New Order,
Stereo Dub,
Pylon,
Index,
Davy DMX,
Popol Vuh,
Dawn Penn,
Maleditus Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
China Crisis,
Drexciya,
Howard Jones,
Parry Music,
Bad Manners,
Minutemen,
Flipper,
Bauhaus,
Rotary Connection,
Nico,
Reagan Youth,
John Coltrane,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.