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 Korea South and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron 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 Angry Samoans to the rock 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
The Selecter,
Organ,
Sällskapet,
Anthony Braxton,
The Saints,
Byron Stingily,
Eric Copeland,
Mandrill,
The Last Poets,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yellowson,
Archie Shepp,
Ossler,
Funkadelic,
Vainqueur,
Robert Hood,
The Doobie Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sun City Girls,
Dual Sessions,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Green,
Jeru the Damaja,
Man Parrish,
Fear,
The Red Krayola,
Parry Music,
June Days,
The Kinks,
Rosa Yemen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grey Daturas,
Graham Central Station,
Arthur Verocai,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mission of Burma,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Womack,
Brand Nubian,
K-Klass,
Shoche,
Prince Buster,
Eurythmics,
Nico,
Frankie Knuckles,
Circle Jerks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Drexciya,
Flipper,
John Foxx,
This Heat,
The Stooges,
The Names,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crispian St. Peters,
Godley & Creme,
Popol Vuh,
Mary Jane Girls,
The New Christs,
Tres Demented,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.