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 Afghanistan and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sällskapet to the funk 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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Parry Music,
D'Angelo,
Bang On A Can,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Infiniti,
The Dead C,
Lee Hazlewood,
Chris & Cosey,
X-101,
Procol Harum,
Accadde A,
Quando Quango,
Fad Gadget,
The Gun Club,
Drexciya,
Clear Light,
ABC,
Unrelated Segments,
The Trojans,
Soul II Soul,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sällskapet,
K-Klass,
Terrestrial Tones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Moss Icon,
Duran Duran,
David Axelrod,
Skaos,
Heaven 17,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Andrew Hill,
Panda Bear,
Section 25,
Boredoms,
Warren Ellis,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Sherman,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gap Band,
Pere Ubu,
Avey Tare,
Brick,
Peter and Kerry,
New York Dolls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Idris Muhammad,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Slackers,
Animal Collective,
Matthew Bourne,
Half Japanese,
Tommy Roe,
The Move,
The Grass Roots,
Barry Ungar,
Blancmange,
Tom Boy,
Ultra Naté,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.