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 Zimbabwe and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Electric Prunes to the crunk 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
The Divine Comedy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ossler,
The Remains,
The Litter,
The Moody Blues,
Chrome,
The Vogues,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lyres,
Barrington Levy,
Jacques Brel,
Shoche,
Television Personalities,
Throbbing Gristle,
Heaven 17,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Toni Rubio,
Fluxion,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joensuu 1685,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cymande,
Faust,
Alison Limerick,
The Misunderstood,
Cecil Taylor,
Idris Muhammad,
Reagan Youth,
Average White Band,
Main Source,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lalann,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Avey Tare,
Agent Orange,
the Normal,
Accadde A,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bush Tetras,
Dennis Brown,
The Blackbyrds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Con Funk Shun,
Magma,
Blake Baxter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Residents,
Prince Buster,
The Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Pus,
Grauzone,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wally Richardson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.