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 Gabon and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Michael McDonald 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 Das Ding to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Silicon Teens,
Eurythmics,
Joey Negro,
Public Enemy,
Livin' Joy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Average White Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Womack,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tom Boy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Amon Düül II,
Sex Pistols,
Crash Course in Science,
F. McDonald,
The Remains,
Camouflage,
Todd Terry,
Easy Going,
Smog,
Sandy B,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pantytec,
Harmonia,
The Durutti Column,
ABC,
Panda Bear,
Lou Christie,
Barry Ungar,
Brand Nubian,
The New Christs,
EPMD,
Tears for Fears,
The Golliwogs,
Tubeway Army,
John Cale,
The Moleskins,
The Gories,
Erasure,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeff Mills,
Marmalade,
Mission of Burma,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Skarface,
Negative Approach,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Dead C,
The Knickerbockers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Leonard Cohen,
The Star Department,
Reagan Youth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Junior Murvin,
Scan 7,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.