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 Bangladesh and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Archie Shepp to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Crispian St. Peters,
Swans,
T.S.O.L.,
Anthony Braxton,
the Sonics,
Stockholm Monsters,
Erykah Badu,
Crash Course in Science,
Monolake,
Sandy B,
Duran Duran,
The Cure,
Altered Images,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soul II Soul,
Sarah Menescal,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Japan,
Depeche Mode,
Clear Light,
Masters at Work,
Swell Maps,
Porter Ricks,
Hashim,
Blake Baxter,
Dawn Penn,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yusef Lateef,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rekid,
Section 25,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gil Scott Heron,
Flamin' Groovies,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Modern Lovers,
Eden Ahbez,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Mummies,
Wasted Youth,
Faust,
The Alarm Clocks,
Danielle Patucci,
The Last Poets,
Bob Dylan,
The Human League,
Sun Ra,
ABBA,
Mantronix,
Todd Rundgren,
Charles Mingus,
Khruangbin,
Fad Gadget,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hot Snakes,
Mr. Review,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.