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 Kuwait and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cymande to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
The Dave Clark Five,
Matthew Bourne,
The Barracudas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Buckinghams,
Fear,
Rotary Connection,
Derrick Morgan,
Faraquet,
Marvin Gaye,
Metal Thangz,
Pole,
Urselle,
Japan,
Livin' Joy,
the Germs,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang of Four,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Toasters,
Flipper,
Yellowson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Henry Cow,
Youth Brigade,
Roy Ayers,
Cybotron,
Rod Modell,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mummies,
Skaos,
Fifty Foot Hose,
One Last Wish,
Carl Craig,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roxy Music,
Jandek,
Average White Band,
Eli Mardock,
Fat Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pere Ubu,
Mantronix,
Silicon Teens,
Ituana,
John Lydon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Normal,
Andrew Hill,
Agitation Free,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Half Japanese,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.