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 Brunei and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Walker Brothers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Aswad,
Lalann,
ABC,
The Fire Engines,
The Durutti Column,
Soul Sonic Force,
Archie Shepp,
The Dead C,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
David McCallum,
Sister Nancy,
Main Source,
Big Daddy Kane,
Visage,
The Invisible,
The Cosmic Jokers,
AZ,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Divine Comedy,
The Buckinghams,
Kas Product,
The Index,
Interpol,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gories,
The Smiths,
The Gun Club,
Marcia Griffiths,
CMW,
Robert Hood,
Danielle Patucci,
Letta Mbulu,
Spoonie Gee,
Pole,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Happenings,
Tears for Fears,
Alison Limerick,
Marc Almond,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Public Enemy,
Sex Pistols,
The Fuzztones,
Hot Snakes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alphaville,
Section 25,
Andrew Hill,
Cameo,
The Leaves,
Skriet,
Howard Jones,
Patti Smith,
Theoretical Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
Prince Buster,
John Lydon,
Bang On A Can,
Reuben Wilson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.