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 Ireland and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 Rhythm & Sound to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Marvin Gaye,
Danielle Patucci,
the Human League,
Mission of Burma,
Shuggie Otis,
Rotary Connection,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Count Five,
Grauzone,
Rites of Spring,
F. McDonald,
Arthur Verocai,
Crime,
Yellowson,
Piero Umiliani,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roger Hodgson,
Eurythmics,
The Durutti Column,
Radio Birdman,
Barbara Tucker,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Throbbing Gristle,
Loose Ends,
The Five Americans,
DJ Sneak,
Man Parrish,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobbi Humphrey,
ABBA,
Arcadia,
Minny Pops,
Matthew Halsall,
Terry Callier,
Roxy Music,
Marcia Griffiths,
Infiniti,
Tubeway Army,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
This Heat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Star Department,
Laurel Aitken,
JFA,
Nas,
Amon Düül,
Porter Ricks,
The Golliwogs,
Saccharine Trust,
Barrington Levy,
Mars,
Sugar Minott,
Whodini,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camouflage,
The Dirtbombs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Chrome,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
D'Angelo,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.