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 Guinea and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Intrusion to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Simply Red,
Shoche,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Television Personalities,
Hot Snakes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Donald Byrd,
Jeru the Damaja,
Frankie Knuckles,
Surgeon,
The Wake,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Monks,
The Mojo Men,
Flash Fearless,
Audionom,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultra Naté,
The Happenings,
Wire,
Motorama,
KRS-One,
Royal Trux,
World's Most,
Average White Band,
Organ,
the Human League,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lungfish,
Flipper,
Minor Threat,
Spandau Ballet,
Barry Ungar,
Joy Division,
Gastr Del Sol,
Masters at Work,
Banda Bassotti,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Procol Harum,
Darondo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Excepter,
The Standells,
Isaac Hayes,
Scratch Acid,
Saccharine Trust,
Intrusion,
Von Mondo,
The Durutti Column,
Roy Ayers,
The Gap Band,
Reagan Youth,
The Fall,
Pierre Henry,
Mars,
U.S. Maple,
the Swans,
Delta 5,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.