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 Malawi and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro 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 Lower 48 to the jazz 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Soul Sonic Force,
This Heat,
Niagra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Modern Lovers,
Fear,
Howard Jones,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rites of Spring,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crooked Eye,
Reuben Wilson,
Kool Moe Dee,
F. McDonald,
Chris & Cosey,
Robert Görl,
John Coltrane,
The Gories,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Public Enemy,
Livin' Joy,
The Electric Prunes,
Minny Pops,
Can,
Jawbox,
Freddie Wadling,
The Skatalites,
Talk Talk,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
K-Klass,
R.M.O.,
Andrew Hill,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joy Division,
The American Breed,
Charles Mingus,
The Cure,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Delta 5,
Prince Buster,
Mark Hollis,
Marvin Gaye,
John Foxx,
David Axelrod,
Television,
Country Teasers,
Joensuu 1685,
the Human League,
The Divine Comedy,
The Walker Brothers,
The Dead C,
One Last Wish,
Blossom Toes,
Easy Going,
The Count Five,
The Associates,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Unrelated Segments,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.