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 Denmark and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Pop Group to the grime 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Johnny Clarke,
The Motions,
T. Rex,
X-101,
Easy Going,
Soft Machine,
New Age Steppers,
K-Klass,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Quando Quango,
Adolescents,
Jimmy McGriff,
Godley & Creme,
Mission of Burma,
China Crisis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Index,
Sexual Harrassment,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jeff Mills,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Germs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tropical Tobacco,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
D'Angelo,
Young Marble Giants,
Kaleidoscope,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minnie Riperton,
Livin' Joy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
MDC,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Beau Brummels,
Colin Newman,
Trumans Water,
Soulsonic Force,
Nico,
The Gun Club,
ABC,
Suicide,
The Gap Band,
The Victims,
Bad Manners,
Yaz,
cv313,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eve St. Jones,
Panda Bear,
Von Mondo,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Stooges,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pulsallama,
Hasil Adkins,
Swell Maps,
Underground Resistance,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.