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 Belarus and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the disco 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Make Up,
One Last Wish,
The Golliwogs,
Deadbeat,
Don Cherry,
The Misunderstood,
Scott Walker,
The Victims,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aloha Tigers,
Anthony Braxton,
U.S. Maple,
Dual Sessions,
The Dirtbombs,
The Barracudas,
The Birthday Party,
The Velvet Underground,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ornette Coleman,
Guru Guru,
Crispy Ambulance,
Harpers Bizarre,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Robert Hood,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bush Tetras,
The Selecter,
Basic Channel,
Kas Product,
Scion,
Brass Construction,
Kurtis Blow,
Wire,
Simply Red,
Camberwell Now,
Dead Boys,
Radiohead,
Crispian St. Peters,
Desert Stars,
Scrapy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minutemen,
Brand Nubian,
Lungfish,
Erykah Badu,
Fatback Band,
Mark Hollis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Parry Music,
AZ,
8 Eyed Spy,
cv313,
David Axelrod,
Neu!,
Lower 48,
Los Fastidios,
Gerry Rafferty,
Groovy Waters,
the Sonics,
Michelle Simonal,
Joey Negro,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.