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 Bulgaria and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Mad Mike to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Jacob Miller,
Arthur Verocai,
AZ,
The Mojo Men,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
L. Decosne,
Mandrill,
Grey Daturas,
Country Teasers,
Todd Rundgren,
In Retrospect,
Fat Boys,
Liliput,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Guru Guru,
Crooked Eye,
Slick Rick,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Josef K,
Darondo,
X-102,
Laurel Aitken,
The Saints,
Moebius,
Idris Muhammad,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hasil Adkins,
Ice-T,
Urselle,
Fluxion,
Kas Product,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gap Band,
Lalann,
Vainqueur,
Massinfluence,
Monolake,
The Trojans,
The Mummies,
Charles Mingus,
Joy Division,
The Doobie Brothers,
Matthew Halsall,
Pere Ubu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Little Man,
John Lydon,
Metal Thangz,
Rapeman,
The Smiths,
Joe Finger,
Heaven 17,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alice Coltrane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chris & Cosey,
The Divine Comedy,
The Slackers,
Camberwell Now,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.