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 Kyrgyzstan and from New York.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the rap 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minutemen,
Dennis Brown,
Trumans Water,
Icehouse,
The Doobie Brothers,
Heaven 17,
Roger Hodgson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
MDC,
Simply Red,
Todd Terry,
The Litter,
AZ,
These Immortal Souls,
Qualms,
The Gun Club,
Gong,
Wally Richardson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Names,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Panda Bear,
The Vogues,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Moon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brothers Johnson,
The New Christs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Neu!,
Chrome,
The Happenings,
Kerri Chandler,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Soft Cell,
Zero Boys,
Skarface,
Stiv Bators,
Dead Boys,
Erykah Badu,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Martian,
The Motions,
Cheater Slicks,
Henry Cow,
Babytalk,
Zapp,
Sex Pistols,
Ten City,
The Invisible,
Main Source,
Quadrant,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Technova,
Unrelated Segments,
Crash Course in Science,
Janne Schatter,
Arcadia,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.