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 Vanuatu and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Curtis Mayfield to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Harmonia,
The Happenings,
Deakin,
Matthew Bourne,
Yusef Lateef,
the Soft Cell,
Cameo,
The Count Five,
Sarah Menescal,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Moebius,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Saccharine Trust,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Surgeon,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Flag,
Hot Snakes,
Rufus Thomas,
Second Layer,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The American Breed,
Chrome,
Sonny Sharrock,
Prince Buster,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Misunderstood,
Roxy Music,
48th St. Collective,
The Fire Engines,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Zeros,
Fela Kuti,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Selecter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barrington Levy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Clear Light,
Ronnie Foster,
The Trojans,
The Mojo Men,
Chris Corsano,
Skaos,
Eurythmics,
Wolf Eyes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Funky Four + One,
Moss Icon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scrapy,
JFA,
The J.B.'s,
Blossom Toes,
Joey Negro,
Subhumans,
Tommy Roe,
The Fugs,
Jacques Brel,
Zapp,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.