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 Barbados and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 Bauhaus to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
The Wake,
The Associates,
Television Personalities,
Robert Görl,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Reuben Wilson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eric B and Rakim,
Don Cherry,
Royal Trux,
Tom Boy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Johnny Clarke,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Angry Samoans,
Skaos,
Absolute Body Control,
Nirvana,
The Golliwogs,
Schoolly D,
La Düsseldorf,
Easy Going,
Toni Rubio,
Buzzcocks,
Faraquet,
Fugazi,
Amon Düül II,
Groovy Waters,
Barry Ungar,
Bob Dylan,
The Gun Club,
Flash Fearless,
Alice Coltrane,
Fela Kuti,
Reagan Youth,
the Soft Cell,
the Association,
The Electric Prunes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nick Fraelich,
The Angels of Light,
H. Thieme,
The Residents,
Oneida,
Ultra Naté,
Sun City Girls,
The Mummies,
10cc,
Tubeway Army,
The Index,
Curtis Mayfield,
Zapp,
Todd Terry,
kango's stein massive,
Marvin Gaye,
Frankie Knuckles,
Donny Hathaway,
Peter and Kerry,
Matthew Halsall,
The Motions,
UT,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.