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 Indonesia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 MDC to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Thee Headcoats,
Electric Prunes,
Lungfish,
The Litter,
Fear,
Nas,
Eve St. Jones,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dark Day,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kayak,
Joyce Sims,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grey Daturas,
Franke,
the Bar-Kays,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
Ronan,
Piero Umiliani,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crime,
Skarface,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fela Kuti,
The Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Thompson Twins,
Animal Collective,
X-101,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gories,
Hashim,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cramps,
The Busters,
Matthew Bourne,
Reagan Youth,
Pierre Henry,
Hot Snakes,
Rakim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Icehouse,
The Searchers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cure,
Parry Music,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Althea and Donna,
John Cale,
Prince Buster,
Minnie Riperton,
Scan 7,
Swans,
Tommy Roe,
Carl Craig,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.