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 Bangladesh 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Yellowson to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
The Trojans,
Sixth Finger,
The Flesh Eaters,
T.S.O.L.,
Mr. Review,
The Mummies,
Grey Daturas,
Piero Umiliani,
Aswad,
Siglo XX,
David McCallum,
Mark Hollis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Desert Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quadrant,
Bobby Womack,
Roy Ayers,
Charles Mingus,
Rites of Spring,
The Moleskins,
Von Mondo,
Lalann,
Audionom,
Scott Walker,
Dawn Penn,
Kayak,
Brass Construction,
Half Japanese,
Alton Ellis,
Barry Ungar,
Black Moon,
Neil Young,
Subhumans,
Johnny Clarke,
The Happenings,
Flamin' Groovies,
Amon Düül,
Theoretical Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fatback Band,
Eurythmics,
The Pretty Things,
Lindisfarne,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Durutti Column,
Slave,
The Divine Comedy,
The Standells,
Little Man,
Masters at Work,
Donald Byrd,
Wally Richardson,
The Grass Roots,
Maleditus Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hasil Adkins,
Wire,
The Velvet Underground,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.