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 Finland and from New York.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Leaves to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultimate Spinach,
Easy Going,
Y Pants,
PIL,
The Vogues,
Blossom Toes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joe Finger,
The Doobie Brothers,
Derrick Morgan,
the Human League,
Don Cherry,
Avey Tare,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
China Crisis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grey Daturas,
Sonic Youth,
Lalann,
Johnny Clarke,
Main Source,
Skriet,
Spandau Ballet,
Rapeman,
the Slits,
Suicide,
Jacob Miller,
Franke,
Black Moon,
Intrusion,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ossler,
Popol Vuh,
Ornette Coleman,
Juan Atkins,
Flipper,
The Count Five,
Bob Dylan,
F. McDonald,
June Days,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bootsy Collins,
10cc,
Frankie Knuckles,
Japan,
Nils Olav,
Youth Brigade,
AZ,
The J.B.'s,
Arthur Verocai,
a-ha,
Grauzone,
Supertramp,
Maurizio,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-102,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bill Wells,
Skarface,
Masters at Work,
The Techniques,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.