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 Swaziland and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Detroit Cobras to the grime 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Names,
Hoover,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rekid,
Mo-Dettes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Q65,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Spandau Ballet,
Echospace,
A Certain Ratio,
The Red Krayola,
Henry Cow,
Judy Mowatt,
The Angels of Light,
D'Angelo,
Tres Demented,
Goldenarms,
Harpers Bizarre,
Faraquet,
Scion,
Boogie Down Productions,
Byron Stingily,
Howard Jones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Chris & Cosey,
Half Japanese,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roy Ayers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Prince Buster,
Eric Dolphy,
Kurtis Blow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sarah Menescal,
The Grass Roots,
Donald Byrd,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fat Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Smog,
the Soft Cell,
Ohio Players,
New Order,
The Doors,
Yusef Lateef,
the Sonics,
Lower 48,
Davy DMX,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sandy B,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.