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 St Lucia and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Nico to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
The Black Dice,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Doobie Brothers,
Heaven 17,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Sonics,
Dark Day,
Byron Stingily,
Sound Behaviour,
Davy DMX,
Stereo Dub,
The United States of America,
The Neon Judgement,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ohio Players,
Idris Muhammad,
The Electric Prunes,
Jandek,
Black Sheep,
Circle Jerks,
Harmonia,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wasted Youth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Delta 5,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alphaville,
Index,
The Associates,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soulsonic Force,
Gichy Dan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Grass Roots,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The J.B.'s,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultra Naté,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sun City Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Neu!,
The Angels of Light,
the Soft Cell,
Metal Thangz,
Josef K,
The Sisters of Mercy,
T.S.O.L.,
Porter Ricks,
Rites of Spring,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Accadde A,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Invisible,
Tim Buckley,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.