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 Ghana and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Oneida to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eve St. Jones,
Ludus,
Black Pus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Talk Talk,
Subhumans,
Eddi Front,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Blake Baxter,
The Vogues,
Tomorrow,
Hardrive,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Andrew Hill,
Nils Olav,
Crash Course in Science,
Porter Ricks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dead Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Ronnie Foster,
Flamin' Groovies,
Susan Cadogan,
David McCallum,
The New Christs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Chris Corsano,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David Axelrod,
X-102,
Joey Negro,
Guru Guru,
Jacob Miller,
The Smiths,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lakeside,
Ultra Naté,
Rufus Thomas,
UT,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Spoonie Gee,
The Walker Brothers,
Angry Samoans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sarah Menescal,
Boredoms,
Unrelated Segments,
Cal Tjader,
The Music Machine,
Smog,
Circle Jerks,
The Fall,
Josef K,
MC5,
Morten Harket,
Scientists,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.