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 Mongolia and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Man Parrish to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Skaos,
KRS-One,
Anthony Braxton,
The Sonics,
Accadde A,
Oneida,
Soulsonic Force,
Radiopuhelimet,
Amazonics,
Brass Construction,
Ponytail,
Index,
Popol Vuh,
Gong,
Pussy Galore,
The Index,
Panda Bear,
Brothers Johnson,
Mo-Dettes,
T.S.O.L.,
The Beau Brummels,
Sandy B,
Lalo Schifrin,
Robert Hood,
H. Thieme,
Interpol,
Eurythmics,
the Bar-Kays,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Christie,
Cybotron,
Joe Smooth,
The Red Krayola,
Buzzcocks,
Bootsy Collins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Womack,
Rekid,
Sparks,
Matthew Bourne,
Avey Tare,
The Move,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Count Five,
The United States of America,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nico,
Scrapy,
Khruangbin,
Rites of Spring,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Agent Orange,
Erykah Badu,
Judy Mowatt,
A Certain Ratio,
The Last Poets,
Crime,
The Dead C,
Neu!,
The Monks,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.