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 Uganda and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Angry Samoans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Slave,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Banda Bassotti,
Lindisfarne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Faraquet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mantronix,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Michelle Simonal,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Toni Rubio,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Blues Magoos,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Erykah Badu,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Trojans,
Erasure,
Bauhaus,
The Black Dice,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bang On A Can,
Quando Quango,
Model 500,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Agent Orange,
Amon Düül II,
JFA,
Easy Going,
Von Mondo,
The Pretty Things,
Stetsasonic,
Wire,
Derrick May,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nirvana,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Blancmange,
Rotary Connection,
Johnny Clarke,
Tomorrow,
The Dave Clark Five,
Newcleus,
Sister Nancy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
One Last Wish,
The Vogues,
James White and The Blacks,
Pulsallama,
Dual Sessions,
Shuggie Otis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Desert Stars,
The Modern Lovers,
Radio Birdman,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.