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 Nepal and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gabor Szabo to the rap 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
X-Ray Spex,
Fugazi,
The Searchers,
Bootsy Collins,
June of 44,
Gichy Dan,
Cal Tjader,
Flash Fearless,
the Fania All-Stars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sandy B,
Al Stewart,
The Doors,
Fela Kuti,
Lungfish,
Oneida,
Patti Smith,
Quadrant,
The Real Kids,
Mark Hollis,
Erykah Badu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Graham Central Station,
David Bowie,
Todd Terry,
Harmonia,
The Beau Brummels,
Shoche,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Slackers,
Spandau Ballet,
Saccharine Trust,
Joy Division,
Technova,
The Names,
cv313,
Letta Mbulu,
Ituana,
Thompson Twins,
Swans,
The Fire Engines,
Excepter,
Bauhaus,
Animal Collective,
Freddie Wadling,
Colin Newman,
The Music Machine,
Eddi Front,
Q and Not U,
The Detroit Cobras,
Japan,
Dave Gahan,
Nas,
Blossom Toes,
Cybotron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Magma,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Knickerbockers,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.