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 Ireland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Slick Rick to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
John Cale,
Liliput,
Clear Light,
Gichy Dan,
the Swans,
The Raincoats,
Michelle Simonal,
The Five Americans,
June of 44,
The Neon Judgement,
Ludus,
Magma,
Derrick Morgan,
Duran Duran,
The American Breed,
Stereo Dub,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Alton Ellis,
The Fall,
Minutemen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Seeds,
Chris & Cosey,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Letta Mbulu,
Das Ding,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ituana,
the Sonics,
Eurythmics,
Bauhaus,
The Count Five,
Porter Ricks,
Joy Division,
The Modern Lovers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yaz,
T.S.O.L.,
Hoover,
The Selecter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mr. Review,
Rosa Yemen,
Model 500,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stetsasonic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dawn Penn,
The Gladiators,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barrington Levy,
a-ha,
Youth Brigade,
the Fania All-Stars,
Piero Umiliani,
Theoretical Girls,
Jawbox,
Flash Fearless,
The Martian,
The Saints,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.