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 Mali and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
The Busters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Electric Prunes,
Jeff Mills,
Crash Course in Science,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultra Naté,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Spoonie Gee,
Alton Ellis,
Bob Dylan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minnie Riperton,
Scan 7,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bootsy Collins,
Junior Murvin,
Neil Young,
The Blues Magoos,
Unwound,
Flipper,
Johnny Osbourne,
Make Up,
The Fire Engines,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fugs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Mojo Men,
Rufus Thomas,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Litter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kenny Larkin,
Slave,
Moby Grape,
The Real Kids,
F. McDonald,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hashim,
Young Marble Giants,
The Last Poets,
Kas Product,
The Pop Group,
ABBA,
Tres Demented,
Amon Düül,
Panda Bear,
Matthew Bourne,
Public Enemy,
kango's stein massive,
The Move,
Yaz,
The Motions,
Liliput,
Wolf Eyes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Misunderstood,
the Slits,
Monks,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.