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 States 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the marimba 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 Suicide to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David McCallum,
Juan Atkins,
Gabor Szabo,
The Human League,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Half Japanese,
The Mojo Men,
Quantec,
X-Ray Spex,
Mad Mike,
Colin Newman,
Nico,
Unrelated Segments,
CMW,
Negative Approach,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Doors,
Roger Hodgson,
Slave,
Roxette,
Soft Cell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sex Pistols,
Janne Schatter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Robert Wyatt,
Excepter,
UT,
Dennis Brown,
Barrington Levy,
Angry Samoans,
Marmalade,
Sun City Girls,
Fad Gadget,
Y Pants,
Niagra,
Simply Red,
Leonard Cohen,
Idris Muhammad,
Henry Cow,
Quando Quango,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bronski Beat,
KRS-One,
The Monks,
The Mummies,
Dave Gahan,
The Names,
Bill Wells,
Aswad,
Desert Stars,
LL Cool J,
D'Angelo,
Funky Four + One,
The Gap Band,
MDC,
Mantronix,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
E-Dancer,
Tres Demented,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.