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 Palau and from Shanghai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Yusef Lateef to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camberwell Now,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Amon Düül,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Derrick Morgan,
Neu!,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sällskapet,
Agent Orange,
Donald Byrd,
Porter Ricks,
Quando Quango,
Average White Band,
Mantronix,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Womack,
Minny Pops,
Joe Finger,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Guru Guru,
Tres Demented,
Eric Copeland,
The Fire Engines,
The Names,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Foxx,
Tom Boy,
Sun City Girls,
Sugar Minott,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Zero Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Todd Terry,
Pantytec,
Junior Murvin,
The Gories,
The Real Kids,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cluster,
The Busters,
X-Ray Spex,
Reuben Wilson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jacques Brel,
KRS-One,
Slick Rick,
The Pretty Things,
John Holt,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Little Man,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Au Pairs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kenny Larkin,
Magma,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.