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 Paraguay and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 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 Mr. Review to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Altered Images,
The Fuzztones,
Junior Murvin,
Minny Pops,
The Busters,
Todd Rundgren,
Bizarre Inc.,
Los Fastidios,
Slave,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joyce Sims,
Barry Ungar,
Wasted Youth,
Sparks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jacob Miller,
Tom Boy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Radiohead,
Liliput,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
These Immortal Souls,
Scrapy,
Unwound,
Dawn Penn,
The Standells,
World's Most,
The American Breed,
Hot Snakes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kas Product,
Monks,
Sandy B,
The Sonics,
Swans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Golliwogs,
Gabor Szabo,
Agitation Free,
Mo-Dettes,
Stiv Bators,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Christie,
Camouflage,
Jacques Brel,
Lyres,
Boredoms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eve St. Jones,
Model 500,
Stetsasonic,
Con Funk Shun,
Soul II Soul,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.