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 Fiji and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Max Romeo 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Byrd,
Youth Brigade,
Make Up,
Soft Cell,
Brick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Reagan Youth,
Silicon Teens,
The Mummies,
Leonard Cohen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Liliput,
Fad Gadget,
Bronski Beat,
Barry Ungar,
Donald Byrd,
The Star Department,
Radiohead,
Y Pants,
Erykah Badu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sparks,
JFA,
New Age Steppers,
a-ha,
Black Flag,
Das Ding,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mo-Dettes,
Mandrill,
Blancmange,
E-Dancer,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marcia Griffiths,
Depeche Mode,
Harry Pussy,
Gichy Dan,
Intrusion,
Quadrant,
Arthur Verocai,
Dawn Penn,
Kool Moe Dee,
Robert Wyatt,
Inner City,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Buzzcocks,
Japan,
Wasted Youth,
Black Bananas,
ABC,
Bluetip,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Lydon,
Rod Modell,
Second Layer,
Country Teasers,
Marc Almond,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.