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 Tonga and from Lagos.
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 Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Brand Nubian to the rap 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
In Retrospect,
Banda Bassotti,
Radiopuhelimet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Organ,
The Stooges,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Average White Band,
The Names,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Zero Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Index,
The Beau Brummels,
DNA,
Porter Ricks,
Prince Buster,
Aaron Thompson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ornette Coleman,
Interpol,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Swans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Carl Craig,
Excepter,
June Days,
Freddie Wadling,
Darondo,
Camberwell Now,
This Heat,
The Barracudas,
The Mummies,
Loose Ends,
David McCallum,
Amazonics,
Icehouse,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mars,
Heaven 17,
Intrusion,
Zapp,
Stereo Dub,
Kenny Larkin,
Roxette,
Shuggie Otis,
Eve St. Jones,
The Blues Magoos,
Duran Duran,
Kayak,
Janne Schatter,
Reuben Wilson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cheater Slicks,
B.T. Express,
Boogie Down Productions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.