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 Guinea-Bissau and from Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Metal Thangz to the electroclash 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Schoolly D,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
10cc,
Technova,
Joe Smooth,
Deepchord,
The Neon Judgement,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roxette,
The Index,
Hardrive,
Ronnie Foster,
Eve St. Jones,
Brothers Johnson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cowsills,
Con Funk Shun,
Lalann,
Mandrill,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Mojo Men,
The Techniques,
Country Teasers,
Tears for Fears,
Shoche,
Half Japanese,
Bauhaus,
Au Pairs,
Massinfluence,
The Gun Club,
Donny Hathaway,
Ornette Coleman,
Swans,
Man Parrish,
Buzzcocks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wire,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Silicon Teens,
Icehouse,
Franke,
Adolescents,
The Vogues,
KRS-One,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Graham Central Station,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Soft Cell,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scott Walker,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dark Day,
John Lydon,
Rufus Thomas,
Barry Ungar,
Bang On A Can,
B.T. Express,
LL Cool J,
Von Mondo,
The Divine Comedy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.