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 United Kingdom 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe 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 Stockholm Monsters to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Los Fastidios,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Harry Pussy,
Jawbox,
The Saints,
UT,
Desert Stars,
Amon Düül,
Prince Buster,
Con Funk Shun,
Joe Smooth,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cramps,
Pierre Henry,
Roxy Music,
Pantaleimon,
Donald Byrd,
Curtis Mayfield,
Toni Rubio,
MDC,
Mark Hollis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sugar Minott,
Massinfluence,
a-ha,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Procol Harum,
The Associates,
The Electric Prunes,
The Angels of Light,
Porter Ricks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Thompson Twins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Groovy Waters,
Max Romeo,
Sister Nancy,
The Durutti Column,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Slackers,
Absolute Body Control,
Kevin Saunderson,
Delta 5,
Bronski Beat,
Glambeats Corp.,
Thee Headcoats,
Marine Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Chrome,
Todd Rundgren,
Ken Boothe,
Franke,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rekid,
Kayak,
Zapp,
Drexciya,
Funky Four + One,
The Fuzztones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.