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 Belgium and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Talk Talk to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
the Germs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tubeway Army,
Eric Dolphy,
Whodini,
E-Dancer,
The Beau Brummels,
Tres Demented,
Barry Ungar,
KRS-One,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Durutti Column,
Bad Manners,
K-Klass,
Bobby Womack,
Crooked Eye,
Pylon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jawbox,
Cal Tjader,
Tim Buckley,
Model 500,
Siglo XX,
Aloha Tigers,
Neu!,
Monks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Stooges,
Duran Duran,
Andrew Hill,
D'Angelo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dual Sessions,
Arab on Radar,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kas Product,
Stiv Bators,
Rites of Spring,
Severed Heads,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mandrill,
Toni Rubio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Quadrant,
Jacob Miller,
Agitation Free,
Slick Rick,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Young Rascals,
Spandau Ballet,
Freddie Wadling,
The Associates,
Theoretical Girls,
Soft Machine,
The Dirtbombs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Searchers,
Kayak,
Flash Fearless,
Lalo Schifrin,
L. Decosne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.