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 United States and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Porter Ricks to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
The Count Five,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Velvet Underground,
Oneida,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eddi Front,
Warren Ellis,
The Fugs,
The Stooges,
Franke,
The Durutti Column,
Monolake,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pantaleimon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Index,
The Music Machine,
Simply Red,
Sparks,
The Offenders,
Spandau Ballet,
F. McDonald,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Archie Shepp,
Qualms,
Tim Buckley,
Altered Images,
Underground Resistance,
The Flesh Eaters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Liliput,
The Motions,
Porter Ricks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marc Almond,
James White and The Blacks,
ABC,
Erykah Badu,
the Germs,
The Raincoats,
The Pop Group,
Pussy Galore,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultravox,
Thompson Twins,
Deakin,
Robert Wyatt,
Shuggie Otis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Public Image Ltd.,
Barrington Levy,
Deadbeat,
Lucky Dragons,
Marcia Griffiths,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.