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 Estonia and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Slits to the electroclash 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tears for Fears,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marc Almond,
Matthew Halsall,
Aswad,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stiv Bators,
Pantaleimon,
the Normal,
Kas Product,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
KRS-One,
Henry Cow,
Barrington Levy,
Gang of Four,
Monolake,
Kurtis Blow,
Todd Terry,
Underground Resistance,
Thee Headcoats,
X-102,
Qualms,
Dorothy Ashby,
Skriet,
Wings,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun Ra,
OOIOO,
The Fuzztones,
The Residents,
Banda Bassotti,
F. McDonald,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Sonics,
Das Ding,
The Cramps,
Bobby Womack,
Von Mondo,
Steve Hackett,
David McCallum,
AZ,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sound Behaviour,
Prince Buster,
Delta 5,
Glenn Branca,
Joey Negro,
Joy Division,
The Associates,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bill Wells,
The Five Americans,
Ronnie Foster,
Masters at Work,
Ten City,
Judy Mowatt,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.