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 Honduras and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 The Toasters to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Yazoo,
Scion,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ken Boothe,
Animal Collective,
Ronnie Foster,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Panda Bear,
Pantytec,
The Offenders,
The Neon Judgement,
The New Christs,
The Slackers,
Faust,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cameo,
Henry Cow,
Los Fastidios,
Outsiders,
Siglo XX,
Newcleus,
June of 44,
CMW,
Wally Richardson,
The Red Krayola,
The Durutti Column,
Marmalade,
T.S.O.L.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Thompson Twins,
The Residents,
Roxy Music,
Gabor Szabo,
World's Most,
Crispy Ambulance,
Subhumans,
Lungfish,
Nas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joyce Sims,
E-Dancer,
In Retrospect,
Harry Pussy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Saccharine Trust,
Howard Jones,
Liliput,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Royal Trux,
Schoolly D,
Mantronix,
PIL,
The Misunderstood,
the Human League,
Arcadia,
Arab on Radar,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
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.