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 Belize and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Vladislav Delay to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ossler,
the Human League,
James White and The Blacks,
Dave Gahan,
China Crisis,
The Gun Club,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Grass Roots,
Mark Hollis,
Mars,
The Angels of Light,
Inner City,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Selecter,
Barrington Levy,
Panda Bear,
Girls At Our Best!,
F. McDonald,
The Kinks,
Mission of Burma,
The Techniques,
the Bar-Kays,
Aural Exciters,
The Moleskins,
Babytalk,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Red Krayola,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Agent Orange,
Au Pairs,
Sight & Sound,
Outsiders,
Supertramp,
Connie Case,
Interpol,
The Birthday Party,
Alison Limerick,
the Sonics,
Glenn Branca,
Michelle Simonal,
Cameo,
Eric Dolphy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Essential Logic,
Byron Stingily,
Deadbeat,
Lalo Schifrin,
Porter Ricks,
Sandy B,
Juan Atkins,
Buzzcocks,
Bob Dylan,
David Axelrod,
Public Image Ltd.,
Skaos,
Alphaville,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.