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 Azerbaijan 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Fall to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Crooked Eye,
Surgeon,
Sparks,
Underground Resistance,
Mandrill,
the Swans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hot Snakes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Young Marble Giants,
Sexual Harrassment,
Graham Central Station,
The Monks,
Massinfluence,
The Count Five,
Infiniti,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Subhumans,
Eric Copeland,
Bang On A Can,
Bluetip,
The Tremeloes,
Panda Bear,
Radiohead,
Yazoo,
Crash Course in Science,
Leonard Cohen,
Ralphi Rosario,
KRS-One,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Harry Pussy,
Animal Collective,
FM Einheit,
Man Parrish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vainqueur,
Sugar Minott,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jerry's Kids,
Circle Jerks,
Amon Düül,
Dual Sessions,
The Gories,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Outsiders,
Bobby Womack,
Minny Pops,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soul Sonic Force,
The American Breed,
Gang Starr,
Q and Not U,
Sonny Sharrock,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Half Japanese,
Guru Guru,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.