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 Honduras and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Aaron Thompson to the disco 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Slackers,
The Gap Band,
Sugar Minott,
The Last Poets,
Theoretical Girls,
Youth Brigade,
Quadrant,
Jeff Mills,
The Barracudas,
Bootsy Collins,
Joe Finger,
Sarah Menescal,
Bill Wells,
Altered Images,
David Bowie,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Womack,
Rites of Spring,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Negative Approach,
Moby Grape,
Ronnie Foster,
Radio Birdman,
Oneida,
Sister Nancy,
Alison Limerick,
Terrestrial Tones,
This Heat,
OOIOO,
Japan,
Barry Ungar,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sparks,
Todd Rundgren,
the Bar-Kays,
World's Most,
X-101,
Howard Jones,
U.S. Maple,
The Zeros,
Vladislav Delay,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stetsasonic,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Christie,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pagans,
The Gladiators,
Davy DMX,
Kerri Chandler,
One Last Wish,
The J.B.'s,
Rosa Yemen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Smog,
Shoche,
Basic Channel,
The Standells,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.