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 Solomon Islands and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 John Foxx to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Hardrive,
Accadde A,
Easy Going,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Moon,
Scott Walker,
Deepchord,
Joy Division,
Guru Guru,
Idris Muhammad,
Wolf Eyes,
Roxy Music,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joe Finger,
Piero Umiliani,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sun City Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roxette,
Mad Mike,
Derrick Morgan,
Skaos,
The Divine Comedy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Faust,
Liliput,
Matthew Bourne,
Amon Düül,
MC5,
Franke,
Magma,
Panda Bear,
Duran Duran,
ABC,
Minnie Riperton,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ronnie Foster,
Symarip,
Eddi Front,
The Pretty Things,
Sonny Sharrock,
Section 25,
Echospace,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Juan Atkins,
UT,
The United States of America,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tom Boy,
The Fire Engines,
Pet Shop Boys,
Inner City,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Isaac Hayes,
Crispian St. Peters,
La Düsseldorf,
Popol Vuh,
Marmalade,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.