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 Marshall Islands and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Derrick Morgan,
Joy Division,
New Order,
The Techniques,
the Soft Cell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mark Hollis,
Pere Ubu,
Bronski Beat,
Pantytec,
Blossom Toes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Connie Case,
Gerry Rafferty,
Siglo XX,
Gang of Four,
Arthur Verocai,
Lightning Bolt,
Shuggie Otis,
Cheater Slicks,
Spoonie Gee,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bill Near,
Eve St. Jones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bauhaus,
Chris Corsano,
Glenn Branca,
Main Source,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lindisfarne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deepchord,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Heaven 17,
the Swans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lyres,
Boz Scaggs,
Bill Wells,
Babytalk,
Livin' Joy,
Robert Hood,
Minutemen,
Danielle Patucci,
Donny Hathaway,
The Count Five,
Flipper,
Camberwell Now,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Normal,
Brand Nubian,
Technova,
Mantronix,
The Saints,
Sugar Minott,
Ronnie Foster,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.