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 East Timor and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Kerri Chandler to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Mary Jane Girls,
Junior Murvin,
The Moleskins,
Ornette Coleman,
K-Klass,
Fatback Band,
The Music Machine,
JFA,
OOIOO,
Wolf Eyes,
Godley & Creme,
U.S. Maple,
Morten Harket,
Donald Byrd,
The Barracudas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
F. McDonald,
Sarah Menescal,
Gerry Rafferty,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kevin Saunderson,
Easy Going,
Byron Stingily,
Danielle Patucci,
Icehouse,
Black Flag,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aural Exciters,
Mantronix,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scott Walker,
The Last Poets,
Aloha Tigers,
The Zeros,
Iggy Pop,
The Gun Club,
The Dirtbombs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Shuggie Otis,
Judy Mowatt,
Delon & Dalcan,
Davy DMX,
Skriet,
Bobby Byrd,
Motorama,
Popol Vuh,
Pagans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Procol Harum,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joey Negro,
Maleditus Sound,
Pole,
Dennis Brown,
The Cramps,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.