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 Malaysia and from Mexico City.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eric Dolphy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Warren Ellis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Monks,
JFA,
Spandau Ballet,
Tubeway Army,
the Sonics,
Saccharine Trust,
Bush Tetras,
Hardrive,
The Cramps,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sister Nancy,
Stiv Bators,
Frankie Knuckles,
Funkadelic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare,
The Star Department,
L. Decosne,
The Martian,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Byrd,
Moby Grape,
Robert Wyatt,
The Vogues,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
H. Thieme,
Johnny Osbourne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Trumans Water,
Dark Day,
Pylon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Youth Brigade,
Glenn Branca,
Eric Dolphy,
Crash Course in Science,
Fad Gadget,
Loose Ends,
Lebanon Hanover,
Livin' Joy,
Metal Thangz,
Dave Gahan,
Agitation Free,
MDC,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wings,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jeff Mills,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Moon,
The Fall,
The Offenders,
Rotary Connection,
Porter Ricks,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.