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 Belarus and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
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 theremin 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 The American Breed to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
The Moleskins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Michelle Simonal,
Hashim,
Jacob Miller,
Barrington Levy,
Siglo XX,
The Divine Comedy,
Archie Shepp,
Eddi Front,
Average White Band,
Audionom,
Alison Limerick,
Sun City Girls,
Moss Icon,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Buckinghams,
Khruangbin,
Kas Product,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Robert Hood,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Maurizio,
The Real Kids,
Pussy Galore,
The Doors,
Quadrant,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marmalade,
The Doobie Brothers,
FM Einheit,
Scientists,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Electric Prunes,
Quando Quango,
Cecil Taylor,
A Certain Ratio,
Harry Pussy,
Talk Talk,
Junior Murvin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marvin Gaye,
Technova,
Kevin Saunderson,
Silicon Teens,
Ronan,
Can,
Gang Green,
Brass Construction,
Ten City,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Durutti Column,
Eden Ahbez,
Fugazi,
Bobby Byrd,
Dorothy Ashby,
Oneida,
Brick,
Don Cherry,
Patti Smith,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.