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 Estonia and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Joe Smooth to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Matthew Halsall,
Byron Stingily,
Hashim,
The Slackers,
Index,
Bauhaus,
Josef K,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
48th St. Collective,
Talk Talk,
Trumans Water,
Warsaw,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
R.M.O.,
The Electric Prunes,
Fela Kuti,
Hot Snakes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Reuben Wilson,
Technova,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Maleditus Sound,
Ice-T,
The Busters,
The Gun Club,
Electric Prunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Country Teasers,
Thee Headcoats,
Dual Sessions,
Gichy Dan,
Subhumans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Johnny Clarke,
the Normal,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barry Ungar,
The Last Poets,
The Real Kids,
Groovy Waters,
Gong,
Fad Gadget,
Newcleus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kerri Chandler,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Boredoms,
The United States of America,
Liliput,
Black Sheep,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tres Demented,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minnie Riperton,
These Immortal Souls,
The Offenders,
the Association,
Junior Murvin,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.