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 Algeria and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Michael McDonald 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 Walker Brothers 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Sun Ra,
Scott Walker,
Delta 5,
Popol Vuh,
June of 44,
Scion,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wasted Youth,
Quadrant,
Das Ding,
Anakelly,
Bang On A Can,
Eurythmics,
Ludus,
Altered Images,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Section 25,
Index,
Junior Murvin,
Blossom Toes,
The Count Five,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wally Richardson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Susan Cadogan,
Aural Exciters,
Trumans Water,
The Gories,
The Music Machine,
Electric Prunes,
Joe Smooth,
The Buckinghams,
Cymande,
Eden Ahbez,
Dark Day,
Amon Düül,
The Velvet Underground,
Main Source,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Radiohead,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
X-102,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Donny Hathaway,
The Real Kids,
Hardrive,
The Angels of Light,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Golliwogs,
Man Eating Sloth,
T.S.O.L.,
Deepchord,
Model 500,
Minny Pops,
Inner City,
Yusef Lateef,
PIL,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.