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 Madagascar and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Delta 5 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alice Coltrane,
Davy DMX,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pagans,
ABC,
Fat Boys,
Sugar Minott,
Tears for Fears,
Aswad,
KRS-One,
Lalann,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Byrd,
The Shadows of Knight,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roxette,
The Golliwogs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gun Club,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rufus Thomas,
Alphaville,
Lee Hazlewood,
Absolute Body Control,
The Toasters,
The Beau Brummels,
The Modern Lovers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ken Boothe,
Camouflage,
Idris Muhammad,
Roy Ayers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Shoche,
Henry Cow,
Easy Going,
The Invisible,
Sexual Harrassment,
Depeche Mode,
Hot Snakes,
Barbara Tucker,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rites of Spring,
Zero Boys,
Alison Limerick,
the Association,
Black Moon,
Clear Light,
Sonny Sharrock,
Echospace,
Theoretical Girls,
Crime,
Sister Nancy,
R.M.O.,
Masters at Work,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.