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 Malta and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 T.S.O.L. to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Intrusion,
Alton Ellis,
Loose Ends,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Trumans Water,
World's Most,
June Days,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Subhumans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Music Machine,
Minutemen,
Joensuu 1685,
Pagans,
Dennis Brown,
Crooked Eye,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Swans,
Johnny Clarke,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Icehouse,
The Busters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marine Girls,
Section 25,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fad Gadget,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fire Engines,
The Buckinghams,
Unrelated Segments,
The J.B.'s,
Youth Brigade,
Silicon Teens,
Adolescents,
Reagan Youth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mark Hollis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Harry Pussy,
The Cure,
Dawn Penn,
Judy Mowatt,
Avey Tare,
Gerry Rafferty,
Chris & Cosey,
Panda Bear,
CMW,
The Zeros,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fluxion,
Throbbing Gristle,
Siglo XX,
Shoche,
John Cale,
The Beau Brummels,
Letta Mbulu,
FM Einheit,
Public Enemy,
Easy Going,
Danielle Patucci,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.