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 Italy and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 Nik Kershaw to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Circle Jerks,
Eden Ahbez,
The Happenings,
Minny Pops,
Trumans Water,
Shuggie Otis,
Ludus,
The Sonics,
Qualms,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cosmic Jokers,
ABBA,
Slick Rick,
Magma,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rites of Spring,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Velvet Underground,
World's Most,
China Crisis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Wake,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sam Rivers,
The Leaves,
CMW,
The Smiths,
Josef K,
Hot Snakes,
The Associates,
Shoche,
June of 44,
Pantytec,
Easy Going,
Quando Quango,
the Germs,
cv313,
Pierre Henry,
Mission of Burma,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang Green,
Dennis Brown,
Cymande,
Radiohead,
Lee Hazlewood,
a-ha,
Peter and Kerry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Masters at Work,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Normal,
Newcleus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kenny Larkin,
Procol Harum,
The Index,
John Holt,
Anthony Braxton,
Joe Smooth,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.