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 Cambodia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Blossom Toes to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz 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?
Visage,
Hardrive,
Lungfish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Curtis Mayfield,
Model 500,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fatback Band,
Panda Bear,
Maurizio,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alison Limerick,
Outsiders,
Juan Atkins,
Nick Fraelich,
Pantaleimon,
The Last Poets,
Metal Thangz,
Hoover,
Television Personalities,
Supertramp,
Blake Baxter,
Quando Quango,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rotary Connection,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Reed,
The Techniques,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fall,
The Remains,
Reagan Youth,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Happenings,
The Mojo Men,
The Stooges,
Los Fastidios,
Roy Ayers,
Kerri Chandler,
The Sound,
Chrome,
Avey Tare,
Zapp,
Procol Harum,
Au Pairs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pierre Henry,
Dead Boys,
PIL,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Seeds,
Ice-T,
Pylon,
Guru Guru,
Massinfluence,
The Residents,
Robert Wyatt,
Interpol,
Intrusion,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.