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 Lesotho and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Suburban Knight to the funk 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Absolute Body Control,
Suburban Knight,
Jacob Miller,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Skatalites,
Robert Hood,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dave Gahan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Youth Brigade,
Public Enemy,
The Fugs,
Sällskapet,
The Smoke,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Martian,
Sparks,
The Slits,
Joe Smooth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Theoretical Girls,
Crime,
Ken Boothe,
Wolf Eyes,
Hasil Adkins,
The Associates,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sam Rivers,
Second Layer,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dual Sessions,
Lower 48,
FM Einheit,
Das Ding,
Section 25,
ABC,
Soul Sonic Force,
Magazine,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fuzztones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Simply Red,
New York Dolls,
Basic Channel,
Peter & Gordon,
Henry Cow,
the Normal,
Marcia Griffiths,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Sherman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Underground Resistance,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fortunes,
The Star Department,
Deakin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Make Up,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.