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 Nicaragua and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare 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 Camouflage to the techno 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Quadrant,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Letta Mbulu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Prince Buster,
Icehouse,
Altered Images,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tears for Fears,
Davy DMX,
Quando Quango,
Black Pus,
Rosa Yemen,
Half Japanese,
June of 44,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pantytec,
The Wake,
Joey Negro,
10cc,
K-Klass,
Leonard Cohen,
The Grass Roots,
Tropical Tobacco,
Michelle Simonal,
One Last Wish,
Matthew Halsall,
The Motions,
Slave,
Eric Copeland,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Maleditus Sound,
Oneida,
Make Up,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang Starr,
kango's stein massive,
The Mummies,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sonic Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
Morten Harket,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jeff Mills,
EPMD,
Pylon,
Wings,
Loose Ends,
Camberwell Now,
Arthur Verocai,
Marc Almond,
Soft Cell,
The Misunderstood,
Vainqueur,
The Fuzztones,
In Retrospect,
Anakelly,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.