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 Suriname and from Lyon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron 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 Eric B and Rakim to the funk 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Average White Band,
Ludus,
Magazine,
Sonny Sharrock,
Henry Cow,
Soul Sonic Force,
Das Ding,
Judy Mowatt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kurtis Blow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wally Richardson,
Black Bananas,
Electric Prunes,
Roger Hodgson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kaleidoscope,
The Buckinghams,
Aloha Tigers,
LL Cool J,
Roxy Music,
Surgeon,
Avey Tare,
Tomorrow,
Soft Cell,
Harmonia,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
AZ,
This Heat,
The Techniques,
The Pretty Things,
Popol Vuh,
Qualms,
Sparks,
Nation of Ulysses,
a-ha,
The Evens,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Blackbyrds,
Robert Wyatt,
cv313,
The Human League,
Rekid,
The United States of America,
Kerri Chandler,
Jesper Dahlback,
World's Most,
The Beau Brummels,
The Count Five,
The Happenings,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ken Boothe,
H. Thieme,
Albert Ayler,
Monolake,
Eric Dolphy,
Amazonics,
Iggy Pop,
The J.B.'s,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.