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 United Kingdom and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Robert Palmer 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 Clear Light to the electroclash 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Roy Ayers,
Gabor Szabo,
Joensuu 1685,
Brothers Johnson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Music Machine,
World's Most,
the Human League,
Sarah Menescal,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Public Enemy,
Spandau Ballet,
Smog,
Aaron Thompson,
Arthur Verocai,
Throbbing Gristle,
Maurizio,
Janne Schatter,
Outsiders,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sonics,
The Residents,
Trumans Water,
Kerri Chandler,
Gichy Dan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Barracudas,
The Real Kids,
Reagan Youth,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Cale,
Carl Craig,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ituana,
Wasted Youth,
Pole,
A Certain Ratio,
Josef K,
Unwound,
Infiniti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Womack,
Circle Jerks,
Symarip,
The Zeros,
The Neon Judgement,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Man Parrish,
Quantec,
Kurtis Blow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Patti Smith,
Graham Central Station,
The American Breed,
Fela Kuti,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.