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 Poland and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Standells to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Delta 5,
Second Layer,
Franke,
Albert Ayler,
Japan,
Gichy Dan,
The Gladiators,
the Sonics,
This Heat,
Pussy Galore,
These Immortal Souls,
Radiopuhelimet,
B.T. Express,
Cheater Slicks,
Lightning Bolt,
Saccharine Trust,
The Modern Lovers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fat Boys,
Outsiders,
The Blues Magoos,
Interpol,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marvin Gaye,
Cameo,
The Skatalites,
Colin Newman,
Juan Atkins,
Newcleus,
Joey Negro,
Soul II Soul,
Kas Product,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bauhaus,
Porter Ricks,
Surgeon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ohio Players,
Chris Corsano,
Aural Exciters,
Reuben Wilson,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nico,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Terry Callier,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kurtis Blow,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Junior Murvin,
Cymande,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Average White Band,
Agitation Free,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.