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 Korea North and from Glasgow.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 The Mummies to the rock 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Maurizio,
Q65,
CMW,
The Index,
Ultra Naté,
Man Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fela Kuti,
Susan Cadogan,
Newcleus,
Reagan Youth,
Pussy Galore,
EPMD,
Buzzcocks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nirvana,
Tres Demented,
Vainqueur,
Tubeway Army,
Animal Collective,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Morten Harket,
Visage,
Pole,
Japan,
World's Most,
Avey Tare,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Q and Not U,
Marcia Griffiths,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fatback Band,
Monolake,
Ponytail,
Malaria!,
A Certain Ratio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Derrick May,
Dead Boys,
Andrew Hill,
Wire,
Camouflage,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mark Hollis,
Harry Pussy,
a-ha,
Slave,
Supertramp,
Echospace,
The Blackbyrds,
Wolf Eyes,
The Last Poets,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bill Near,
June Days,
The New Christs,
Ronnie Foster,
Boredoms,
Lakeside,
Frankie Knuckles,
Prince Buster,
Gastr Del Sol,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.