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 the UAE and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare 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 Barbara Tucker 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
The Smiths,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joy Division,
Aaron Thompson,
Agitation Free,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Angels of Light,
The Barracudas,
Slick Rick,
Roger Hodgson,
Mantronix,
Oneida,
Ituana,
Marvin Gaye,
Ludus,
The Black Dice,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cluster,
The Sound,
Fela Kuti,
The Seeds,
the Slits,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Visage,
Royal Trux,
Pylon,
Joe Smooth,
Young Marble Giants,
The Human League,
Scrapy,
The Slits,
Scion,
Jacob Miller,
The Standells,
Shoche,
The Victims,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Don Cherry,
Alice Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Unwound,
Ohio Players,
Kayak,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alison Limerick,
John Holt,
R.M.O.,
Gerry Rafferty,
ABC,
Sexual Harrassment,
Derrick Morgan,
Metal Thangz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Livin' Joy,
X-102,
Infiniti,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.