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 Netherlands and from Bologna.
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 Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 Funky Four + One to the dance 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow 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?
Bob Dylan,
Smog,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Carl Craig,
Tomorrow,
The Martian,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lower 48,
JFA,
the Germs,
One Last Wish,
Matthew Halsall,
Eden Ahbez,
Clear Light,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Remains,
Roger Hodgson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rufus Thomas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
PIL,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Arab on Radar,
Cluster,
Rotary Connection,
The Knickerbockers,
Bush Tetras,
Pagans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Althea and Donna,
Deepchord,
Y Pants,
Minny Pops,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Skatalites,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Motions,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fear,
Niagra,
Can,
Subhumans,
The Smoke,
Franke,
Roxette,
D'Angelo,
Lalann,
Marcia Griffiths,
Depeche Mode,
Joey Negro,
Goldenarms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alison Limerick,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Michelle Simonal,
CMW,
Jacob Miller,
DNA,
H. Thieme,
Radio Birdman,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.