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 Guyana and from Stockholm.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sun Ra to the crunk 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Desert Stars,
LL Cool J,
The Skatalites,
Franke,
Gang Gang Dance,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
A Certain Ratio,
Erykah Badu,
The Star Department,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Offenders,
Yusef Lateef,
Inner City,
Magma,
Y Pants,
Bauhaus,
Blossom Toes,
Accadde A,
Brass Construction,
The Golliwogs,
Porter Ricks,
E-Dancer,
The New Christs,
F. McDonald,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Davy DMX,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fortunes,
Icehouse,
Pantaleimon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soft Cell,
Yazoo,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Reed,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Funky Four + One,
Warsaw,
Second Layer,
the Swans,
Severed Heads,
Main Source,
Mandrill,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Selecter,
Danielle Patucci,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cameo,
Aural Exciters,
Marc Almond,
Au Pairs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.