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 San Marino and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Gregory Isaacs to the jazz 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Tears for Fears,
Procol Harum,
The Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ralphi Rosario,
New York Dolls,
cv313,
Nas,
Crash Course in Science,
Eden Ahbez,
Darondo,
U.S. Maple,
Tres Demented,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mission of Burma,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Popol Vuh,
Iggy Pop,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Slackers,
Massinfluence,
The J.B.'s,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fugs,
Essential Logic,
Ultra Naté,
Half Japanese,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Graham Central Station,
The Skatalites,
Grauzone,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dawn Penn,
Henry Cow,
K-Klass,
Junior Murvin,
The Pretty Things,
Terrestrial Tones,
Monks,
Silicon Teens,
Scott Walker,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Albert Ayler,
Crime,
Underground Resistance,
Model 500,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Animal Collective,
Basic Channel,
The Count Five,
Reagan Youth,
Spoonie Gee,
Joensuu 1685,
The Last Poets,
Minor Threat,
Hashim,
Banda Bassotti,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.