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 Pakistan and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Mad Mike,
Soul II Soul,
KRS-One,
Terrestrial Tones,
Porter Ricks,
The Fortunes,
A Certain Ratio,
Technova,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
48th St. Collective,
Amazonics,
a-ha,
The Searchers,
Fugazi,
Matthew Halsall,
Bad Manners,
Cymande,
Hot Snakes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hoover,
Silicon Teens,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun Ra,
Ornette Coleman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bush Tetras,
Wings,
The Count Five,
Nico,
Donald Byrd,
Cecil Taylor,
The Victims,
Isaac Hayes,
Al Stewart,
Jeff Mills,
Dawn Penn,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Terry Callier,
Lindisfarne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Harmonia,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Association,
Black Flag,
Althea and Donna,
Thompson Twins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Sonics,
EPMD,
Ice-T,
The Blues Magoos,
Tim Buckley,
Dorothy Ashby,
Masters at Work,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yaz,
Deepchord,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.