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 South Africa 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 Little Man to the jazz 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
MC5,
Glenn Branca,
Joe Smooth,
Whodini,
The Evens,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alphaville,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ituana,
Ronnie Foster,
Bluetip,
Con Funk Shun,
Radiohead,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Real Kids,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gladiators,
Pere Ubu,
R.M.O.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lower 48,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rhythm & Sound,
Animal Collective,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tommy Roe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Altered Images,
Black Bananas,
Cybotron,
Dead Boys,
the Swans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Spandau Ballet,
Nik Kershaw,
Lalo Schifrin,
Clear Light,
Hot Snakes,
Rapeman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Flesh Eaters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Zeros,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Essential Logic,
Slave,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sight & Sound,
Ultravox,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
One Last Wish,
Sällskapet,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.