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 Thailand 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 FM Einheit to the disco 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cecil Taylor,
Don Cherry,
The Smiths,
Pylon,
X-101,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bauhaus,
The Buckinghams,
Moby Grape,
Neil Young,
Marvin Gaye,
Alphaville,
Byron Stingily,
The Move,
Reagan Youth,
Royal Trux,
New Order,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rufus Thomas,
The Toasters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Delta 5,
R.M.O.,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Gang Dance,
Subhumans,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Count Five,
the Germs,
Boz Scaggs,
Morten Harket,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
10cc,
Nico,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jerry's Kids,
Silicon Teens,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yaz,
Bad Manners,
the Slits,
Peter and Kerry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Easy Going,
Pere Ubu,
Gong,
Fela Kuti,
Erykah Badu,
Kaleidoscope,
Lee Hazlewood,
Steve Hackett,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Black Dice,
a-ha,
The Cure,
T. Rex,
John Holt,
LL Cool J,
Talk Talk,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.