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 Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 K-Klass to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Faraquet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Reuben Wilson,
Kas Product,
Aural Exciters,
Thompson Twins,
PIL,
Fear,
Arcadia,
cv313,
The Slits,
Cybotron,
Khruangbin,
The Gladiators,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun Ra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Christie,
Funky Four + One,
Ultra Naté,
Fort Wilson Riot,
MDC,
New Order,
Hot Snakes,
Model 500,
Slick Rick,
Intrusion,
Television Personalities,
DNA,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Television,
Grauzone,
Idris Muhammad,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bluetip,
Outsiders,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sällskapet,
Freddie Wadling,
The American Breed,
kango's stein massive,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Y Pants,
Severed Heads,
Boz Scaggs,
Nick Fraelich,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Connie Case,
The Move,
Brick,
Kurtis Blow,
Masters at Work,
Boredoms,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.