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 Accra.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Chocolate Watch Band 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Warsaw,
Pierre Henry,
Amazonics,
Fear,
The Dirtbombs,
The Trojans,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gap Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Swell Maps,
Gang Green,
Jesper Dahlback,
Organ,
The Velvet Underground,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Chrome,
Moss Icon,
The Five Americans,
Surgeon,
The Slackers,
Sun City Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
Charles Mingus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Maurizio,
Trumans Water,
Derrick May,
Kurtis Blow,
The Standells,
Talk Talk,
Mary Jane Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Beau Brummels,
The Skatalites,
Chris & Cosey,
The Dave Clark Five,
Drexciya,
Skriet,
Agent Orange,
Danielle Patucci,
Piero Umiliani,
Qualms,
Godley & Creme,
The Doobie Brothers,
This Heat,
Sam Rivers,
Marine Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Stereo Dub,
The Moody Blues,
The New Christs,
Arcadia,
Idris Muhammad,
X-101,
Graham Central Station,
Smog,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Public Image Ltd.,
48th St. Collective,
Saccharine Trust,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.