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 Norway and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Joe Finger to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Schoolly D,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Maurizio,
Black Pus,
Junior Murvin,
Amon Düül II,
The Searchers,
Desert Stars,
Erasure,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eric Copeland,
The Electric Prunes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Josef K,
Joey Negro,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roger Hodgson,
Godley & Creme,
Chris & Cosey,
PIL,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Slave,
The Happenings,
Negative Approach,
Robert Görl,
Alice Coltrane,
Bush Tetras,
the Swans,
the Sonics,
EPMD,
Tomorrow,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Durutti Column,
Mantronix,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Soft Cell,
Royal Trux,
The Doors,
The Leaves,
The Zeros,
Echospace,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Angels of Light,
Fatback Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stetsasonic,
the Human League,
James White and The Blacks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Malaria!,
Sonic Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
Sound Behaviour,
Lalo Schifrin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barclay James Harvest,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fortunes,
Electric Prunes,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.