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 Australia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Erykah Badu to the jazz 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Make Up,
the Sonics,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Womack,
The Raincoats,
Minny Pops,
The Five Americans,
The Mummies,
Freddie Wadling,
The Invisible,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Kinks,
The Index,
Yazoo,
Ronan,
Moby Grape,
Max Romeo,
Can,
Country Teasers,
Lindisfarne,
Agent Orange,
Lebanon Hanover,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Boredoms,
Y Pants,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Christie,
The Tremeloes,
Jawbox,
Outsiders,
Wings,
Gong,
Tom Boy,
Peter and Kerry,
Anakelly,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Henry Cow,
Stiv Bators,
Scratch Acid,
Skaos,
Eric Dolphy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brothers Johnson,
Wire,
The Knickerbockers,
Alton Ellis,
MDC,
Charles Mingus,
Alice Coltrane,
EPMD,
Scrapy,
Spandau Ballet,
Buzzcocks,
Essential Logic,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.