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 Niger and from Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 World's Most to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator 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 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
The Gories,
Bobby Hutcherson,
James White and The Blacks,
Sällskapet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lalo Schifrin,
Amazonics,
The Fire Engines,
The Remains,
Pantaleimon,
48th St. Collective,
Laurel Aitken,
The Martian,
Moss Icon,
T. Rex,
A Certain Ratio,
Dawn Penn,
Television Personalities,
The Happenings,
Drexciya,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tomorrow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Human League,
Janne Schatter,
Don Cherry,
Amon Düül II,
Mars,
Swell Maps,
Silicon Teens,
the Association,
The New Christs,
Derrick Morgan,
Deakin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sound Behaviour,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Bananas,
OOIOO,
Eric Dolphy,
Severed Heads,
The Dead C,
Jesper Dahlback,
Oneida,
Panda Bear,
Suburban Knight,
Thompson Twins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Steve Hackett,
Heaven 17,
Model 500,
Arcadia,
Bush Tetras,
The Pop Group,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang Starr,
One Last Wish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.