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 Dominica and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 David Bowie 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 June of 44 to the grunge 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 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 Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
The Birthday Party,
Roxette,
Barrington Levy,
Althea and Donna,
Arab on Radar,
Sight & Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
Erykah Badu,
Japan,
Reagan Youth,
Joe Finger,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chris Corsano,
10cc,
The Grass Roots,
Cluster,
Dead Boys,
Dual Sessions,
Junior Murvin,
Magazine,
Arthur Verocai,
The Blues Magoos,
The Divine Comedy,
The Selecter,
Gichy Dan,
Mark Hollis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Zeros,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
T. Rex,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rosa Yemen,
Andrew Hill,
The Buckinghams,
Gang Green,
Sällskapet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Procol Harum,
Moebius,
Fad Gadget,
Icehouse,
Ponytail,
Gabor Szabo,
Angry Samoans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Five Americans,
Goldenarms,
Lindisfarne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Swans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Graham Central Station,
Section 25,
Bad Manners,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.