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 Lebanon and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Flash Fearless to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Ice-T,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Moleskins,
The Evens,
The Dead C,
One Last Wish,
Prince Buster,
Yellowson,
Barrington Levy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dead Boys,
Masters at Work,
Bill Near,
Hasil Adkins,
Ten City,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rakim,
The Fall,
Negative Approach,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marvin Gaye,
Animal Collective,
Scott Walker,
Talk Talk,
Little Man,
Todd Terry,
The Monochrome Set,
Piero Umiliani,
Jeff Lynne,
The United States of America,
Ronnie Foster,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rufus Thomas,
The Last Poets,
Suicide,
Roger Hodgson,
These Immortal Souls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pet Shop Boys,
Guru Guru,
10cc,
Soul II Soul,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gun Club,
Magma,
Kas Product,
Janne Schatter,
Boredoms,
Godley & Creme,
The Buckinghams,
Faust,
Bang On A Can,
Absolute Body Control,
Amon Düül,
L. Decosne,
Skriet,
T. Rex,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Human League,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.