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 Tajikistan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 The Electric Prunes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Sugar Minott,
The Blues Magoos,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aural Exciters,
Radiohead,
Flash Fearless,
the Swans,
These Immortal Souls,
FM Einheit,
Simply Red,
The Five Americans,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Selecter,
Ultravox,
Laurel Aitken,
Neil Young,
Public Enemy,
Aaron Thompson,
Ken Boothe,
Cheater Slicks,
Lakeside,
The Stooges,
Unrelated Segments,
Crime,
Pussy Galore,
Urselle,
Bang On A Can,
Colin Newman,
Sun City Girls,
Von Mondo,
Robert Wyatt,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tommy Roe,
Archie Shepp,
The Divine Comedy,
Patti Smith,
Pantytec,
Max Romeo,
John Holt,
Joy Division,
Bill Near,
Mission of Burma,
Fear,
Altered Images,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Niagra,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Bananas,
the Slits,
Ludus,
The Sonics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Human League,
Arab on Radar,
DNA,
The Victims,
Oblivians,
Heaven 17,
Icehouse,
Dark Day,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.