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 Togo and from New York.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the disco 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
EPMD,
Man Eating Sloth,
Royal Trux,
Essential Logic,
Metal Thangz,
Michelle Simonal,
Suburban Knight,
Patti Smith,
Qualms,
Funky Four + One,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Leonard Cohen,
The Moody Blues,
The Mummies,
The Dirtbombs,
Neil Young,
Lindisfarne,
Model 500,
Severed Heads,
Altered Images,
Boz Scaggs,
La Düsseldorf,
The Raincoats,
Archie Shepp,
Index,
Alton Ellis,
The Buckinghams,
Sister Nancy,
The Gun Club,
Althea and Donna,
Fugazi,
Deakin,
Toni Rubio,
Tommy Roe,
Gregory Isaacs,
Moby Grape,
The Red Krayola,
Arcadia,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Schoolly D,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DNA,
Harpers Bizarre,
Second Layer,
Niagra,
Hashim,
Radio Birdman,
KRS-One,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Slits,
Al Stewart,
The Blues Magoos,
Bronski Beat,
Oblivians,
Khruangbin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lyres,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.