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 Venezuela and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Warren Ellis to the jazz 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grey Daturas,
Suicide,
Liliput,
Bob Dylan,
The Mojo Men,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Young Marble Giants,
Cecil Taylor,
The Blackbyrds,
Ronnie Foster,
Buzzcocks,
Faraquet,
Vladislav Delay,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Sonics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Todd Rundgren,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jacob Miller,
Wire,
Pierre Henry,
Adolescents,
Fear,
Jeru the Damaja,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brothers Johnson,
Robert Wyatt,
Grandmaster Flash,
Severed Heads,
Public Enemy,
Loose Ends,
The Barracudas,
Roy Ayers,
the Slits,
Metal Thangz,
Bluetip,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Howard Jones,
Donald Byrd,
Stockholm Monsters,
Symarip,
Marine Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bush Tetras,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marmalade,
EPMD,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
kango's stein massive,
Black Sheep,
The Real Kids,
Qualms,
Underground Resistance,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roxette,
Essential Logic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camberwell Now,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.