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 Sierra Leone and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the grunge 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
The Toasters,
Peter & Gordon,
Kerri Chandler,
Scan 7,
Joe Smooth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Henry Cow,
Panda Bear,
Flash Fearless,
Robert Görl,
Kerrie Biddell,
Neu!,
Duran Duran,
Bill Near,
Symarip,
Pantaleimon,
Faust,
The Fall,
The American Breed,
Howard Jones,
Lindisfarne,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Wake,
Slick Rick,
Toni Rubio,
Rites of Spring,
The Happenings,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Starr,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tres Demented,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Sherman,
Whodini,
Marc Almond,
Amazonics,
Soulsonic Force,
Hot Snakes,
Lungfish,
Ultravox,
Deepchord,
Black Moon,
Eden Ahbez,
Nico,
Cal Tjader,
Vainqueur,
10cc,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fluxion,
David Axelrod,
Khruangbin,
Bush Tetras,
Josef K,
The Red Krayola,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ronan,
DJ Sneak,
The Star Department,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.