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 Samoa and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Hashim to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Siglo XX,
The Smiths,
Scrapy,
Donald Byrd,
Judy Mowatt,
Au Pairs,
Peter & Gordon,
Monks,
Wally Richardson,
Cymande,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Swell Maps,
Donny Hathaway,
Junior Murvin,
Interpol,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fall,
The Grass Roots,
Swans,
Mad Mike,
The J.B.'s,
Skarface,
Tomorrow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Popol Vuh,
Wasted Youth,
The Monochrome Set,
The Mummies,
Arcadia,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
Accadde A,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minny Pops,
Sister Nancy,
Man Parrish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Television Personalities,
U.S. Maple,
The Busters,
Letta Mbulu,
Quadrant,
Joe Smooth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yellowson,
Nils Olav,
Anakelly,
The Residents,
Black Bananas,
Parry Music,
The Gories,
Robert Wyatt,
Ken Boothe,
Fat Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Index,
Susan Cadogan,
The Electric Prunes,
Todd Rundgren,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.