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 Belize 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Lou Reed 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 Prince Buster to the rap 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
the Germs,
Bob Dylan,
Make Up,
Icehouse,
Graham Central Station,
Dark Day,
Lou Christie,
Half Japanese,
The Trojans,
Lightning Bolt,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Young Rascals,
Godley & Creme,
Joensuu 1685,
B.T. Express,
Lakeside,
The Fuzztones,
Scion,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barry Ungar,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sugar Minott,
Fatback Band,
Roy Ayers,
Black Bananas,
Technova,
DNA,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Television,
The Black Dice,
Ohio Players,
Procol Harum,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dead C,
Camberwell Now,
Ponytail,
Black Flag,
Excepter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joy Division,
Nico,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Warsaw,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultra Naté,
Underground Resistance,
Sonic Youth,
Spandau Ballet,
Fugazi,
The Durutti Column,
Nik Kershaw,
Theoretical Girls,
Amon Düül,
Pussy Galore,
Alison Limerick,
Lungfish,
Massinfluence,
K-Klass,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.