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 Indonesia and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Heaven 17,
Jacques Brel,
Lungfish,
Fela Kuti,
Eric Dolphy,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Christie,
Royal Trux,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang Gang Dance,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Prince Buster,
the Bar-Kays,
Johnny Clarke,
Ken Boothe,
Kaleidoscope,
The Real Kids,
Delta 5,
The Motions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Vainqueur,
Loose Ends,
Idris Muhammad,
Monolake,
Tom Boy,
Girls At Our Best!,
AZ,
Deepchord,
The Gap Band,
Technova,
Q65,
Black Bananas,
Black Flag,
Malaria!,
The Move,
Siglo XX,
The Divine Comedy,
Sonic Youth,
Wasted Youth,
Erykah Badu,
John Coltrane,
Essential Logic,
Alison Limerick,
The Fugs,
Can,
Procol Harum,
Gerry Rafferty,
Underground Resistance,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Tremeloes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Terry Callier,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Piero Umiliani,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Urselle,
Tres Demented,
Reagan Youth,
Henry Cow,
the Slits,
The Standells,
Warsaw,
Scott Walker,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.