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 Qatar and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 X-101 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Crooked Eye,
Roxy Music,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Warsaw,
The New Christs,
Boz Scaggs,
The Electric Prunes,
These Immortal Souls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dual Sessions,
Accadde A,
Rakim,
Blancmange,
Newcleus,
In Retrospect,
The Saints,
Man Parrish,
Tomorrow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brass Construction,
One Last Wish,
John Holt,
The Wake,
Moby Grape,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Andrew Hill,
Icehouse,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fad Gadget,
Q and Not U,
Slave,
Con Funk Shun,
Cheater Slicks,
Michelle Simonal,
Deepchord,
Excepter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deadbeat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Vogues,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rufus Thomas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brand Nubian,
The Beau Brummels,
Mantronix,
Godley & Creme,
DJ Style,
John Coltrane,
Monks,
Howard Jones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Avey Tare,
Pantaleimon,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.