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 Solomon Islands and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Cymande to the crunk 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Severed Heads,
Warsaw,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aswad,
The Blues Magoos,
John Coltrane,
B.T. Express,
Fad Gadget,
This Heat,
Matthew Bourne,
Soft Machine,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Techniques,
The Gories,
Stereo Dub,
Amazonics,
OOIOO,
Slick Rick,
the Germs,
Fatback Band,
Porter Ricks,
Public Image Ltd.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
China Crisis,
Drexciya,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nas,
the Soft Cell,
Patti Smith,
Kerrie Biddell,
Saccharine Trust,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cheater Slicks,
Smog,
Erykah Badu,
The Invisible,
Rites of Spring,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alton Ellis,
Fluxion,
Chrome,
FM Einheit,
Depeche Mode,
Nils Olav,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Trojans,
Urselle,
Procol Harum,
The Associates,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jacob Miller,
Donny Hathaway,
Groovy Waters,
The Happenings,
Essential Logic,
Arcadia,
Lakeside,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.