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 Spokane.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Wasted Youth to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Suburban Knight,
Parry Music,
Delta 5,
Kerrie Biddell,
Visage,
Wolf Eyes,
Jacques Brel,
Kurtis Blow,
Talk Talk,
The Doobie Brothers,
The American Breed,
The Cramps,
Das Ding,
Skarface,
Moss Icon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Big Daddy Kane,
David Axelrod,
Los Fastidios,
Davy DMX,
Hot Snakes,
The Moleskins,
Surgeon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Niagra,
Chrome,
Black Pus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Liliput,
The Wake,
Goldenarms,
The Walker Brothers,
Laurel Aitken,
Pantaleimon,
Interpol,
Ornette Coleman,
John Coltrane,
The Selecter,
Sight & Sound,
Aural Exciters,
The Move,
Eric Copeland,
Pantytec,
Isaac Hayes,
John Holt,
Eric B and Rakim,
Icehouse,
Connie Case,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Boz Scaggs,
The Red Krayola,
Henry Cow,
Barry Ungar,
Drexciya,
Angry Samoans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Albert Ayler,
Max Romeo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.