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 Norway and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 Rekid to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
The Litter,
This Heat,
Jerry's Kids,
Terry Callier,
The Monochrome Set,
Depeche Mode,
Intrusion,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fuzztones,
Public Image Ltd.,
Desert Stars,
Anakelly,
Gang Starr,
Guru Guru,
In Retrospect,
The Seeds,
Magazine,
Laurel Aitken,
Joe Smooth,
Harmonia,
Easy Going,
Bluetip,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Star Department,
Wasted Youth,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fugs,
The Detroit Cobras,
L. Decosne,
Tomorrow,
The Wake,
Grandmaster Flash,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Angry Samoans,
The Misunderstood,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dawn Penn,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Funky Four + One,
Erykah Badu,
Mo-Dettes,
The New Christs,
The Walker Brothers,
Khruangbin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roy Ayers,
AZ,
John Foxx,
Wings,
Agent Orange,
The Martian,
China Crisis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Blake Baxter,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.