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 Hungary and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Black Dice to the crunk 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Robert Görl,
The Music Machine,
the Germs,
The Evens,
X-101,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
D'Angelo,
Erykah Badu,
Thompson Twins,
Dual Sessions,
Donny Hathaway,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Tremeloes,
Cal Tjader,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kayak,
Y Pants,
The Invisible,
The Standells,
Radio Birdman,
Patti Smith,
The Fall,
Jacques Brel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lower 48,
Howard Jones,
David Axelrod,
LL Cool J,
Scion,
Television,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bad Manners,
The Birthday Party,
Ludus,
The J.B.'s,
Talk Talk,
The Searchers,
Don Cherry,
Alphaville,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Albert Ayler,
The Names,
Andrew Hill,
Interpol,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Letta Mbulu,
The Martian,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Janne Schatter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dave Gahan,
Nick Fraelich,
Sandy B,
The Selecter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scan 7,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scrapy,
Barrington Levy,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.