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 Russia and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Fortunes 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fad Gadget,
The Associates,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cheater Slicks,
Interpol,
The Moody Blues,
Albert Ayler,
OOIOO,
Wings,
Amon Düül,
Andrew Hill,
The Fire Engines,
Roxy Music,
The Monks,
Eli Mardock,
Harry Pussy,
The Gun Club,
Kas Product,
Technova,
The Cure,
Kurtis Blow,
Trumans Water,
Roger Hodgson,
Hoover,
Altered Images,
Throbbing Gristle,
Skriet,
The Misunderstood,
Jeru the Damaja,
Los Fastidios,
Cal Tjader,
Procol Harum,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Basic Channel,
Minutemen,
Don Cherry,
Matthew Halsall,
X-Ray Spex,
David Axelrod,
Rakim,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Outsiders,
Byron Stingily,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Barclay James Harvest,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Invisible,
Average White Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
kango's stein massive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Half Japanese,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Trojans,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.