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 Nicaragua 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rekid,
Freddie Wadling,
Roxy Music,
The Pretty Things,
Moebius,
Sugar Minott,
Ohio Players,
Flipper,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fear,
Skarface,
The Gladiators,
Deepchord,
Anthony Braxton,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Residents,
Masters at Work,
Das Ding,
Infiniti,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bob Dylan,
Yusef Lateef,
Visage,
Bluetip,
Graham Central Station,
The Offenders,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Au Pairs,
Glenn Branca,
Reagan Youth,
Peter and Kerry,
The Monochrome Set,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Skriet,
Magazine,
Bauhaus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nation of Ulysses,
Henry Cow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nick Fraelich,
Barrington Levy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kerri Chandler,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nirvana,
Liliput,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang Starr,
Roxette,
Sight & Sound,
Rapeman,
Dave Gahan,
Porter Ricks,
Ultravox,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.