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 Papua New Guinea and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Saccharine Trust to the funk 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
The Five Americans,
Eric Copeland,
Gil Scott Heron,
K-Klass,
Faust,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Shuggie Otis,
The Techniques,
Dual Sessions,
Black Flag,
Donald Byrd,
Au Pairs,
The Smiths,
The Fortunes,
The Litter,
Ice-T,
Smog,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Offenders,
Roy Ayers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minutemen,
Bobby Byrd,
L. Decosne,
Metal Thangz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cure,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Duran Duran,
The Gladiators,
Joe Smooth,
The Velvet Underground,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joey Negro,
Brothers Johnson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pantaleimon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Byron Stingily,
The Birthday Party,
The Modern Lovers,
The Buckinghams,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Public Enemy,
Susan Cadogan,
Con Funk Shun,
Sam Rivers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Christie,
Rapeman,
DJ Sneak,
Stiv Bators,
Monks,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.