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 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 Josef K to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Black Sheep,
Echospace,
Saccharine Trust,
Swans,
Jacob Miller,
Frankie Knuckles,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lungfish,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Kinks,
ABC,
Radiopuhelimet,
Arcadia,
The Martian,
The Five Americans,
The Doors,
The Moleskins,
Gabor Szabo,
The Pop Group,
Steve Hackett,
Dark Day,
Suburban Knight,
The Gladiators,
D'Angelo,
The Monks,
Slick Rick,
Sugar Minott,
Tubeway Army,
Scan 7,
The Star Department,
The Divine Comedy,
the Bar-Kays,
The Selecter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Morten Harket,
The Blackbyrds,
Tommy Roe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eve St. Jones,
KRS-One,
Maleditus Sound,
Intrusion,
Lindisfarne,
Aaron Thompson,
Junior Murvin,
Rakim,
Eddi Front,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hardrive,
Robert Wyatt,
Johnny Clarke,
Henry Cow,
The Gories,
The Doobie Brothers,
Donny Hathaway,
The Index,
Judy Mowatt,
Mission of Burma,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.