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 Guatemala and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Blossom Toes 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Boz Scaggs,
Pussy Galore,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Boredoms,
Cymande,
Josef K,
Goldenarms,
Black Flag,
Slave,
The Slits,
Das Ding,
Ten City,
Youth Brigade,
Eddi Front,
The Moody Blues,
One Last Wish,
Bronski Beat,
Warren Ellis,
Gabor Szabo,
Malaria!,
cv313,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Archie Shepp,
Black Moon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tomorrow,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultravox,
Public Enemy,
ABBA,
Althea and Donna,
Guru Guru,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brand Nubian,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Byrd,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minor Threat,
The Human League,
Massinfluence,
Eric Dolphy,
The Remains,
Black Pus,
Hardrive,
Bluetip,
Surgeon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marshall Jefferson,
Banda Bassotti,
F. McDonald,
Aloha Tigers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Supertramp,
Gang Green,
The Gap Band,
Arcadia,
The Young Rascals,
Spandau Ballet,
The Litter,
Pantaleimon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.