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 Seychelles and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba 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 The Knickerbockers to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Charles Mingus,
This Heat,
PIL,
Skarface,
Scrapy,
The Moody Blues,
Masters at Work,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soul II Soul,
Adolescents,
Television Personalities,
Freddie Wadling,
Wolf Eyes,
MC5,
Matthew Bourne,
The Moleskins,
June of 44,
Qualms,
The Detroit Cobras,
Porter Ricks,
Sam Rivers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Q65,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Babytalk,
Nas,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Selecter,
Ponytail,
Barrington Levy,
Siglo XX,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Donald Byrd,
Heaven 17,
Maurizio,
Angry Samoans,
Au Pairs,
a-ha,
Lungfish,
Gang Green,
Gregory Isaacs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tim Buckley,
Man Eating Sloth,
Johnny Clarke,
Fear,
Eric Dolphy,
John Cale,
Skaos,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Outsiders,
Depeche Mode,
the Normal,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cymande,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.