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 Mozambique and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes 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 Dennis Brown to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Can,
The Beau Brummels,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dennis Brown,
Q65,
Bush Tetras,
Connie Case,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Harry Pussy,
Monolake,
kango's stein massive,
Gabor Szabo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brand Nubian,
Johnny Clarke,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tomorrow,
Eurythmics,
Aswad,
Thee Headcoats,
Interpol,
Steve Hackett,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marine Girls,
Underground Resistance,
Warren Ellis,
Alton Ellis,
Magazine,
Charles Mingus,
Country Teasers,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Womack,
Ludus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sun Ra,
MC5,
Clear Light,
LL Cool J,
New York Dolls,
Soul II Soul,
Erykah Badu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Gang Dance,
Parry Music,
Television,
Pere Ubu,
Joe Smooth,
Yaz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gastr Del Sol,
Symarip,
Bang On A Can,
Tears for Fears,
Section 25,
B.T. Express,
Ituana,
Letta Mbulu,
Jerry's Kids,
Absolute Body Control,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Freddie Wadling,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.