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 Indonesia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cheater Slicks 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Reuben Wilson,
The Birthday Party,
Unrelated Segments,
Guru Guru,
The Vogues,
Janne Schatter,
James White and The Blacks,
The Sonics,
The Count Five,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soul Sonic Force,
Faraquet,
Motorama,
the Human League,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bad Manners,
Bush Tetras,
Icehouse,
June Days,
Albert Ayler,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dead Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fela Kuti,
The Misunderstood,
Sight & Sound,
Brand Nubian,
Animal Collective,
The Young Rascals,
New Order,
Slave,
Mission of Burma,
Q and Not U,
The Blackbyrds,
Harmonia,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Peter & Gordon,
Cecil Taylor,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Arcadia,
Rotary Connection,
Mo-Dettes,
Chrome,
Delta 5,
The Smiths,
Country Teasers,
Funkadelic,
Television,
The Fuzztones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter and Kerry,
Skaos,
Tommy Roe,
Von Mondo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.