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 Kiribati and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes 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 Raincoats to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
The American Breed,
Lyres,
PIL,
Suicide,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rosa Yemen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Invisible,
The Martian,
Ronnie Foster,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joensuu 1685,
MC5,
These Immortal Souls,
Buzzcocks,
Thee Headcoats,
Roy Ayers,
The Cure,
Ice-T,
Marine Girls,
Harry Pussy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stiv Bators,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Avey Tare,
Nik Kershaw,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Average White Band,
China Crisis,
Jeff Mills,
The Sonics,
Wally Richardson,
Soulsonic Force,
Dual Sessions,
Marvin Gaye,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Moon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lindisfarne,
Banda Bassotti,
Vladislav Delay,
Symarip,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Franke,
Ludus,
Newcleus,
Talk Talk,
Malaria!,
Max Romeo,
Suburban Knight,
Das Ding,
The Fortunes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mantronix,
DNA,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.