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 Angola and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Angry Samoans to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Charles Mingus,
the Sonics,
Jacques Brel,
Lightning Bolt,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Buckinghams,
Stereo Dub,
The United States of America,
Joe Finger,
Susan Cadogan,
Johnny Osbourne,
EPMD,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Au Pairs,
Pulsallama,
Jandek,
The Beau Brummels,
The Blackbyrds,
Arab on Radar,
The Star Department,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Names,
The Stooges,
Marine Girls,
Amon Düül II,
Warsaw,
Peter and Kerry,
Suicide,
Whodini,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Carl Craig,
Cymande,
The Saints,
Q and Not U,
The Smoke,
The Walker Brothers,
AZ,
Bizarre Inc.,
Das Ding,
Yaz,
OOIOO,
Joyce Sims,
The Selecter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chris & Cosey,
Mantronix,
Fela Kuti,
Gang Green,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DJ Sneak,
The Young Rascals,
Black Bananas,
Essential Logic,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Neon Judgement,
Michelle Simonal,
Intrusion,
Fluxion,
The Gladiators,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scott Walker,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.