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 South Africa and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kas Product to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Susan Cadogan,
Neu!,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Robert Wyatt,
Mark Hollis,
Spoonie Gee,
Prince Buster,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nik Kershaw,
Pantytec,
Lower 48,
Harpers Bizarre,
Monolake,
Second Layer,
The Tremeloes,
The Saints,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ossler,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tim Buckley,
Barrington Levy,
The Smiths,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gabor Szabo,
The Move,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Searchers,
a-ha,
Skaos,
Organ,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Pretty Things,
Ash Ra Tempel,
JFA,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eli Mardock,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Porter Ricks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Franke,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Index,
Darondo,
Dawn Penn,
Chris & Cosey,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Barracudas,
Josef K,
Suburban Knight,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Swans,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Association,
Blancmange,
Fatback Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Agent Orange,
Yaz,
KRS-One,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.