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 Jamaica and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
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 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 Ohio Players to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck 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 Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
The Remains,
Interpol,
Severed Heads,
Dead Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Newcleus,
Von Mondo,
Mark Hollis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Red Krayola,
Cybotron,
Ice-T,
Jeru the Damaja,
Duran Duran,
The Dirtbombs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Mojo Men,
The Blackbyrds,
Simply Red,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Byrd,
Public Enemy,
Crime,
The Gun Club,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Motions,
Ponytail,
Grey Daturas,
The Saints,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barbara Tucker,
Das Ding,
The Fire Engines,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rites of Spring,
10cc,
The Count Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Danielle Patucci,
Soulsonic Force,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
X-Ray Spex,
The Sonics,
Lalann,
Chrome,
Wolf Eyes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Oneida,
Japan,
Kerri Chandler,
Groovy Waters,
The United States of America,
Deadbeat,
The Barracudas,
The Beau Brummels,
Lindisfarne,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.