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 Vanuatu and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Joey Negro to the techno 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
The Index,
Metal Thangz,
The Five Americans,
Rites of Spring,
Jesper Dahlback,
Silicon Teens,
This Heat,
Ludus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Human League,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Donald Byrd,
Marmalade,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Sonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Judy Mowatt,
Arab on Radar,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aloha Tigers,
Con Funk Shun,
The Searchers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pulsallama,
Davy DMX,
Stetsasonic,
Rhythm & Sound,
New York Dolls,
The Knickerbockers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rekid,
Jacob Miller,
Sun Ra,
The Golliwogs,
Moby Grape,
Parry Music,
The Associates,
OOIOO,
The Busters,
Schoolly D,
Frankie Knuckles,
Basic Channel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nirvana,
Fat Boys,
T. Rex,
June Days,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hashim,
Buzzcocks,
Lalann,
Funky Four + One,
Brothers Johnson,
Scott Walker,
Quando Quango,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Walker Brothers,
Accadde A,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brass Construction,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.