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 Egypt and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Moody Blues to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Funky Four + One,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott Heron,
Japan,
Index,
Jawbox,
Crooked Eye,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Interpol,
Electric Prunes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Half Japanese,
Derrick May,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soft Cell,
Minor Threat,
Cybotron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pylon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Trumans Water,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stetsasonic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Peter & Gordon,
Lyres,
Suburban Knight,
Eve St. Jones,
The Red Krayola,
Erykah Badu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pole,
MDC,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
a-ha,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soul II Soul,
T. Rex,
David Axelrod,
The Standells,
Connie Case,
Camouflage,
Sun City Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scientists,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang Gang Dance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Johnny Clarke,
Pere Ubu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jeff Mills,
The Dave Clark Five,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fuzztones,
Scion,
Isaac Hayes,
Quando Quango,
Pantytec,
Joy Division,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.