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 Singapore and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Interpol to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Stetsasonic,
Henry Cow,
KRS-One,
Circle Jerks,
Erykah Badu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
X-102,
The Young Rascals,
Aural Exciters,
Inner City,
Idris Muhammad,
Lee Hazlewood,
Monolake,
Chris Corsano,
Slave,
David Axelrod,
DJ Style,
Young Marble Giants,
Yusef Lateef,
Pierre Henry,
Vainqueur,
Tres Demented,
Charles Mingus,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Cale,
Gabor Szabo,
Pylon,
Buzzcocks,
Television,
Swans,
Dawn Penn,
Bronski Beat,
Pulsallama,
Marine Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Loose Ends,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deepchord,
The New Christs,
Eve St. Jones,
Franke,
Organ,
Country Teasers,
Siglo XX,
Letta Mbulu,
U.S. Maple,
Joe Smooth,
Altered Images,
Urselle,
Arab on Radar,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The J.B.'s,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Womack,
Freddie Wadling,
Niagra,
The Sonics,
The Mojo Men,
Aswad,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.