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 Thailand and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
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 Harry Pussy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
the Bar-Kays,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Animal Collective,
Harry Pussy,
Technova,
Mandrill,
Jeru the Damaja,
Terry Callier,
Ronan,
The Standells,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pantaleimon,
Brand Nubian,
Index,
Arab on Radar,
Jandek,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Fania All-Stars,
T. Rex,
The Real Kids,
Brothers Johnson,
Funkadelic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Au Pairs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Panda Bear,
Cybotron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dennis Brown,
Lucky Dragons,
June Days,
Max Romeo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Danielle Patucci,
Josef K,
Deadbeat,
The Litter,
Todd Terry,
Jeff Lynne,
John Cale,
John Lydon,
New York Dolls,
Judy Mowatt,
Lindisfarne,
Moby Grape,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alphaville,
Outsiders,
Minny Pops,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Urselle,
The Cramps,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cecil Taylor,
Junior Murvin,
Thee Headcoats,
Cal Tjader,
Pantytec,
Traffic Nightmare,
Babytalk,
Swans,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.