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 the UAE and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 E-Dancer to the funk 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
The Selecter,
the Association,
Warsaw,
Oblivians,
Delta 5,
Tommy Roe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Funkadelic,
D'Angelo,
Accadde A,
Bill Wells,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
48th St. Collective,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mission of Burma,
Marmalade,
Agent Orange,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Faraquet,
Sex Pistols,
Unrelated Segments,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cramps,
Pierre Henry,
Chris Corsano,
Bob Dylan,
The Dead C,
Charles Mingus,
Massinfluence,
Ultra Naté,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Real Kids,
Yellowson,
Gichy Dan,
B.T. Express,
Erasure,
New Age Steppers,
Chrome,
The Young Rascals,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Piero Umiliani,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wolf Eyes,
John Coltrane,
Television,
Von Mondo,
Moss Icon,
June of 44,
The Star Department,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Erykah Badu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Cale,
Yaz,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Misunderstood,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.