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 Latvia and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1973 at the first Television 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 Glenn Branca to the funk 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Soul Sonic Force,
Intrusion,
Ohio Players,
The Moleskins,
Infiniti,
Theoretical Girls,
Chrome,
The Busters,
Eric Copeland,
The Gories,
Donny Hathaway,
Reagan Youth,
Model 500,
The Associates,
Bizarre Inc.,
B.T. Express,
The Detroit Cobras,
LL Cool J,
The Victims,
MDC,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brick,
Nico,
Suburban Knight,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Flag,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Suicide,
Qualms,
Barry Ungar,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Liliput,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bill Near,
Ossler,
Roy Ayers,
The Zeros,
China Crisis,
The Velvet Underground,
Isaac Hayes,
Gabor Szabo,
Davy DMX,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Electric Prunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Josef K,
Peter & Gordon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cal Tjader,
Skriet,
Surgeon,
Arthur Verocai,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Moody Blues,
Angry Samoans,
Make Up,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.