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 Brunei and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Glenn Branca to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
PIL,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Real Kids,
June Days,
Howard Jones,
a-ha,
Piero Umiliani,
Monolake,
Andrew Hill,
Niagra,
Lungfish,
Half Japanese,
Joe Finger,
ABC,
Alton Ellis,
Don Cherry,
Brick,
Jimmy McGriff,
Patti Smith,
Desert Stars,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Sherman,
Cal Tjader,
Kas Product,
Tommy Roe,
Thompson Twins,
Black Flag,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Moody Blues,
The Divine Comedy,
Aural Exciters,
Dead Boys,
DNA,
Au Pairs,
Amon Düül II,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stetsasonic,
Suicide,
Minor Threat,
Simply Red,
The Offenders,
Los Fastidios,
The Five Americans,
Accadde A,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barry Ungar,
Young Marble Giants,
Average White Band,
Swell Maps,
The Gories,
The Red Krayola,
Eve St. Jones,
Shuggie Otis,
Rekid,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alice Coltrane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.