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 Tanzania and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Gap Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Steve Hackett,
the Sonics,
the Normal,
Barrington Levy,
Animal Collective,
Pere Ubu,
Leonard Cohen,
DNA,
D'Angelo,
Icehouse,
Dennis Brown,
Janne Schatter,
The Count Five,
Arcadia,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Warsaw,
Howard Jones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Skriet,
Technova,
Young Marble Giants,
Gil Scott Heron,
Main Source,
Robert Hood,
Lucky Dragons,
Stiv Bators,
Unrelated Segments,
Brothers Johnson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Electric Prunes,
The New Christs,
Das Ding,
Danielle Patucci,
Harmonia,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
June Days,
Yellowson,
New York Dolls,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Soft Cell,
Echospace,
Graham Central Station,
The Moody Blues,
X-Ray Spex,
Model 500,
Man Parrish,
Zero Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Laurel Aitken,
Swans,
Alton Ellis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Swell Maps,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Trojans,
Au Pairs,
Michelle Simonal,
Marc Almond,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.