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 Austria and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 The Residents to the dance 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Trojans,
the Germs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Thompson Twins,
Isaac Hayes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cybotron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nation of Ulysses,
La Düsseldorf,
The Techniques,
Scion,
Kaleidoscope,
Fad Gadget,
Morten Harket,
Black Bananas,
David Axelrod,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roy Ayers,
Wasted Youth,
The Remains,
Lucky Dragons,
F. McDonald,
The Tremeloes,
The Gap Band,
T. Rex,
Agitation Free,
Yellowson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Guru Guru,
Delon & Dalcan,
Byron Stingily,
The Fortunes,
A Certain Ratio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Trumans Water,
Ice-T,
Al Stewart,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Echospace,
Bill Wells,
Dead Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lalo Schifrin,
Unrelated Segments,
Livin' Joy,
Surgeon,
Magazine,
Ponytail,
Jacques Brel,
Pantytec,
Parry Music,
Popol Vuh,
OOIOO,
Johnny Clarke,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hardrive,
Whodini,
Bauhaus,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.