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 Tunisia and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Gun Club to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Quando Quango,
Drexciya,
The Names,
Janne Schatter,
Matthew Bourne,
ABC,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Public Enemy,
Byron Stingily,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brand Nubian,
The Gap Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Neon Judgement,
The Five Americans,
Judy Mowatt,
Crooked Eye,
L. Decosne,
Interpol,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mo-Dettes,
The Angels of Light,
The Young Rascals,
Ultimate Spinach,
Beasts of Bourbon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Radio Birdman,
Peter and Kerry,
Oneida,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Glambeats Corp.,
Q65,
Gerry Rafferty,
Massinfluence,
Whodini,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cowsills,
Magma,
Ultravox,
Bobby Womack,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter & Gordon,
The Golliwogs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Byrd,
Easy Going,
The Victims,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cluster,
Qualms,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Faraquet,
The Monks,
Connie Case,
Los Fastidios,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Velvet Underground,
Tears for Fears,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Echospace,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.