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 Samoa and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the funk 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Bananas,
The Knickerbockers,
Patti Smith,
Skarface,
Sun City Girls,
Erykah Badu,
DNA,
Ossler,
Ken Boothe,
Kayak,
The Fugs,
Tres Demented,
Soul Sonic Force,
Slave,
Funky Four + One,
Aswad,
Tubeway Army,
EPMD,
The Toasters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Harpers Bizarre,
Anthony Braxton,
Kenny Larkin,
Max Romeo,
Jeff Mills,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Sonics,
Saccharine Trust,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Altered Images,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Velvet Underground,
Masters at Work,
The Durutti Column,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fela Kuti,
Stiv Bators,
Howard Jones,
The Real Kids,
The Techniques,
Prince Buster,
Pulsallama,
Skriet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Excepter,
The Motions,
Camberwell Now,
Alphaville,
Rufus Thomas,
Todd Rundgren,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Inner City,
The Neon Judgement,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eddi Front,
Black Sheep,
Byron Stingily,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.