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 Sudan and from Beijing.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Boogie Down Productions 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Tres Demented,
James Chance & The Contortions,
James White and The Blacks,
Brothers Johnson,
Roxette,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Trojans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dark Day,
Drive Like Jehu,
Malaria!,
Amon Düül,
Scrapy,
Q and Not U,
the Slits,
Lindisfarne,
Liliput,
Matthew Bourne,
Agitation Free,
Al Stewart,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cramps,
Archie Shepp,
Man Parrish,
Unwound,
Simply Red,
Duran Duran,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Max Romeo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Monolake,
Livin' Joy,
Outsiders,
Ken Boothe,
Erykah Badu,
Slick Rick,
Bizarre Inc.,
Television Personalities,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rapeman,
AZ,
The Skatalites,
T. Rex,
Tim Buckley,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gladiators,
OOIOO,
Althea and Donna,
Quadrant,
Black Flag,
Procol Harum,
The J.B.'s,
It's A Beautiful Day,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Skriet,
Thompson Twins,
DNA,
The Searchers,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.