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 Ecuador and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 Cymande 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Faraquet,
Blancmange,
Cluster,
Scrapy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lakeside,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Evens,
Infiniti,
World's Most,
Cheater Slicks,
Inner City,
The Knickerbockers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eli Mardock,
Ronan,
Lou Christie,
Sugar Minott,
Sun Ra,
Accadde A,
Stereo Dub,
Underground Resistance,
Sällskapet,
Colin Newman,
Essential Logic,
Ten City,
Cal Tjader,
The Blackbyrds,
KRS-One,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Germs,
Brass Construction,
Heaven 17,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brick,
Drexciya,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
La Düsseldorf,
Porter Ricks,
The Count Five,
Quadrant,
Animal Collective,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eurythmics,
Maleditus Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deakin,
Bobby Sherman,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Susan Cadogan,
Todd Rundgren,
The Victims,
DJ Sneak,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.