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 Switzerland and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Arab on Radar,
Hardrive,
the Association,
Lightning Bolt,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brothers Johnson,
Soulsonic Force,
The Last Poets,
Idris Muhammad,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scientists,
Talk Talk,
Porter Ricks,
The Five Americans,
The Angels of Light,
the Germs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Music Machine,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Happenings,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Max Romeo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Interpol,
Eden Ahbez,
Man Eating Sloth,
UT,
Magazine,
Rufus Thomas,
Tom Boy,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Pus,
The Index,
Angry Samoans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Vladislav Delay,
Ohio Players,
X-Ray Spex,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Babytalk,
Pussy Galore,
Sarah Menescal,
Slave,
The Misunderstood,
Gil Scott Heron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Sheep,
The Zeros,
Half Japanese,
The Selecter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Outsiders,
Matthew Halsall,
Sly & The Family Stone,
KRS-One,
Infiniti,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Los Fastidios,
The Dirtbombs,
Vainqueur,
Black Flag,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.