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 Papua New Guinea and from Halifax.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Warsaw to the rap 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Joey Negro,
Sun City Girls,
New Order,
Brand Nubian,
Surgeon,
Camouflage,
The Grass Roots,
Stereo Dub,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Music Machine,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brothers Johnson,
the Sonics,
Dorothy Ashby,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Bar-Kays,
Shuggie Otis,
Motorama,
John Cale,
Sparks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Michelle Simonal,
The Wake,
Man Parrish,
The Blues Magoos,
Harry Pussy,
Second Layer,
The Names,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Icehouse,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marc Almond,
Joe Finger,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun Ra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soft Cell,
Vainqueur,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soft Machine,
Niagra,
Todd Rundgren,
Arab on Radar,
Janne Schatter,
Bluetip,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Black Dice,
Average White Band,
Ituana,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lalann,
Fad Gadget,
Moebius,
The Vogues,
Laurel Aitken,
Inner City,
The Monks,
Isaac Hayes,
X-101,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of 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.