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 Suriname 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Marcia Griffiths to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Yellowson,
Radio Birdman,
Blancmange,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cowsills,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fluxion,
Stiv Bators,
Supertramp,
Bobby Sherman,
Al Stewart,
Alice Coltrane,
A Certain Ratio,
Cluster,
Sister Nancy,
Amon Düül II,
Darondo,
Soft Machine,
the Normal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Los Fastidios,
Siglo XX,
Au Pairs,
Ronan,
The Searchers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Moody Blues,
Henry Cow,
The Smiths,
Kurtis Blow,
LL Cool J,
Main Source,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Prince Buster,
Derrick Morgan,
DNA,
Underground Resistance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gap Band,
Soul II Soul,
Jacques Brel,
Sight & Sound,
the Sonics,
Todd Terry,
Youth Brigade,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sonny Sharrock,
Simply Red,
The Busters,
PIL,
Susan Cadogan,
Stockholm Monsters,
F. McDonald,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Public Enemy,
Cal Tjader,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kayak,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.