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 Rwanda and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Howard Jones to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Delon & Dalcan,
Judy Mowatt,
Tres Demented,
Gerry Rafferty,
Glenn Branca,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Accadde A,
E-Dancer,
Boz Scaggs,
Dennis Brown,
Pylon,
Electric Prunes,
Minutemen,
Eden Ahbez,
JFA,
Agent Orange,
Flash Fearless,
World's Most,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bauhaus,
Basic Channel,
Mad Mike,
Sight & Sound,
Rod Modell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jacob Miller,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rapeman,
Yazoo,
Fatback Band,
Eric Copeland,
Robert Wyatt,
Flipper,
Andrew Hill,
The Associates,
The Names,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crooked Eye,
MC5,
Camouflage,
Skaos,
Public Image Ltd.,
Magazine,
China Crisis,
Drexciya,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Litter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dual Sessions,
Quando Quango,
New Age Steppers,
The Stooges,
June Days,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Loose Ends,
Funkadelic,
Colin Newman,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.