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 East Timor and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide 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 Zeros to the crunk 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Iggy Pop,
LL Cool J,
Joy Division,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Barracudas,
The Moody Blues,
June of 44,
Magma,
Malaria!,
Lalo Schifrin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marvin Gaye,
Pole,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Half Japanese,
Subhumans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arcadia,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sam Rivers,
The Victims,
Archie Shepp,
Wasted Youth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Shuggie Otis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Spoonie Gee,
Excepter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Icehouse,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Public Enemy,
Monks,
Scion,
Yellowson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Judy Mowatt,
Essential Logic,
The American Breed,
Jerry's Kids,
Adolescents,
Eurythmics,
Amazonics,
The Neon Judgement,
Blake Baxter,
Prince Buster,
The Fortunes,
Guru Guru,
The Sonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
UT,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soul II Soul,
Suburban Knight,
Barrington Levy,
The Busters,
Swell Maps,
Dual Sessions,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.