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 Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the rap 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Young Marble Giants,
Alison Limerick,
Charles Mingus,
Archie Shepp,
Excepter,
Thee Headcoats,
Robert Görl,
Pantytec,
Wings,
Au Pairs,
Jawbox,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jacob Miller,
Fugazi,
James White and The Blacks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ituana,
Terry Callier,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Schoolly D,
Surgeon,
Funky Four + One,
Dual Sessions,
Reuben Wilson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Delta 5,
the Normal,
cv313,
The Moleskins,
Lou Christie,
Neu!,
Visage,
Technova,
Skarface,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soft Cell,
T.S.O.L.,
Flash Fearless,
Albert Ayler,
Jandek,
Pierre Henry,
Ken Boothe,
Kerri Chandler,
Janne Schatter,
Quantec,
CMW,
Sparks,
the Bar-Kays,
Gerry Rafferty,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Residents,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Babytalk,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.