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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
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 rhodes 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 Youth Brigade to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pussy Galore,
Rufus Thomas,
Television Personalities,
Magma,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Man Parrish,
Nico,
Sparks,
Black Sheep,
Lalann,
Half Japanese,
Mo-Dettes,
Mad Mike,
The Smoke,
Metal Thangz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Accadde A,
Electric Light Orchestra,
kango's stein massive,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Letta Mbulu,
Khruangbin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Simply Red,
The Fortunes,
Pagans,
The Smiths,
X-101,
Urselle,
Heaven 17,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Technova,
Barry Ungar,
The Blues Magoos,
R.M.O.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crime,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sarah Menescal,
Pierre Henry,
Deepchord,
Harpers Bizarre,
Au Pairs,
The Monochrome Set,
Amazonics,
Arab on Radar,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Kinks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Public Enemy,
Susan Cadogan,
Iggy Pop,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pere Ubu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Delta 5,
The Fall,
Isaac Hayes,
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.