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 East Timor and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Girls At Our Best! to the crunk 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Banda Bassotti,
Aswad,
UT,
cv313,
Ultravox,
Max Romeo,
The Gladiators,
Robert Wyatt,
Aural Exciters,
Judy Mowatt,
Harry Pussy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Absolute Body Control,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rosa Yemen,
the Association,
Toni Rubio,
Donny Hathaway,
Archie Shepp,
Al Stewart,
Rod Modell,
Fat Boys,
Oneida,
Dead Boys,
the Germs,
Pole,
Warsaw,
Blossom Toes,
Byron Stingily,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camouflage,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Magma,
Mark Hollis,
Porter Ricks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Leonard Cohen,
Von Mondo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Blues Magoos,
Tommy Roe,
Matthew Halsall,
The Star Department,
Suburban Knight,
David McCallum,
Cybotron,
Lindisfarne,
Grauzone,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeru the Damaja,
Circle Jerks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Supertramp,
Mr. Review,
Popol Vuh,
Loose Ends,
The Alarm Clocks,
Das Ding,
Can,
Liliput,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.