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 New Zealand and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Maurizio to the crunk 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Tears for Fears,
Robert Hood,
Letta Mbulu,
June of 44,
Eve St. Jones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lindisfarne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bauhaus,
Amon Düül,
Darondo,
Tres Demented,
Howard Jones,
Wire,
Hoover,
Roxy Music,
Barrington Levy,
Rapeman,
Crime,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Womack,
Q65,
Fad Gadget,
Soul II Soul,
Absolute Body Control,
Country Teasers,
Jandek,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Archie Shepp,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
The Durutti Column,
Michelle Simonal,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Schoolly D,
Interpol,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
JFA,
Kurtis Blow,
Sällskapet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ponytail,
Vainqueur,
Massinfluence,
Flash Fearless,
The Cowsills,
The Angels of Light,
Bob Dylan,
Eden Ahbez,
Blancmange,
Tom Boy,
The Beau Brummels,
the Bar-Kays,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Anthony Braxton,
Spoonie Gee,
Brass Construction,
Urselle,
Subhumans,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.