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 Ethiopia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the disco 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Rosa Yemen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deadbeat,
Rekid,
The Offenders,
Skriet,
Cameo,
Terrestrial Tones,
T.S.O.L.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Youth Brigade,
Max Romeo,
Ultra Naté,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Bananas,
Aural Exciters,
Magazine,
cv313,
The Mummies,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Livin' Joy,
Barbara Tucker,
Young Marble Giants,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kerri Chandler,
The Saints,
Depeche Mode,
Fat Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crime,
Niagra,
Robert Wyatt,
Bauhaus,
The Leaves,
Freddie Wadling,
The Music Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cybotron,
Accadde A,
Negative Approach,
Amazonics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Danielle Patucci,
Dave Gahan,
Skarface,
Junior Murvin,
the Sonics,
The Gladiators,
Electric Prunes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Human League,
the Soft Cell,
The Stooges,
Cymande,
Urselle,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.