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 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the grime 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Joe Finger,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rufus Thomas,
Heaven 17,
Pylon,
Gichy Dan,
Brass Construction,
Sun Ra,
The Misunderstood,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Negative Approach,
the Swans,
Nas,
Yazoo,
Sam Rivers,
Youth Brigade,
The Vogues,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Drexciya,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kaleidoscope,
FM Einheit,
Quando Quango,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Depeche Mode,
The Moleskins,
Camouflage,
Bang On A Can,
Neil Young,
World's Most,
Cybotron,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed,
Cluster,
the Bar-Kays,
Fluxion,
Terrestrial Tones,
June of 44,
The Victims,
The Residents,
Quantec,
Grandmaster Flash,
Can,
Wally Richardson,
Symarip,
Altered Images,
Fatback Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Derrick May,
Lee Hazlewood,
Qualms,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Soft Cell,
H. Thieme,
The Barracudas,
June Days,
The Gladiators,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.