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 Armenia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba 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 The Human League to the crunk 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nick Fraelich,
John Cale,
The Move,
Charles Mingus,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Trojans,
New York Dolls,
Radio Birdman,
The Last Poets,
Average White Band,
Wasted Youth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Quantec,
Johnny Clarke,
Agitation Free,
Unwound,
Minny Pops,
Technova,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jawbox,
The Walker Brothers,
Robert Hood,
a-ha,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ronnie Foster,
James White and The Blacks,
The Techniques,
Flamin' Groovies,
cv313,
Hardrive,
The Knickerbockers,
Chrome,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bootsy Collins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Monolake,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Harpers Bizarre,
Y Pants,
The Five Americans,
Eli Mardock,
Hasil Adkins,
Dead Boys,
Procol Harum,
Gerry Rafferty,
Essential Logic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Byron Stingily,
Au Pairs,
The Happenings,
Lee Hazlewood,
Moss Icon,
Brick,
DJ Sneak,
Saccharine Trust,
Isaac Hayes,
New Age Steppers,
Silicon Teens,
Connie Case,
Roxy Music,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.