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 Costa Rica and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Adolescents to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
PIL,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sound Behaviour,
David McCallum,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Visage,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Andrew Hill,
X-Ray Spex,
Cecil Taylor,
Quantec,
T.S.O.L.,
Brass Construction,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marc Almond,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grauzone,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang Starr,
The Blues Magoos,
Malaria!,
Scrapy,
Bill Wells,
Marshall Jefferson,
Connie Case,
Hot Snakes,
Talk Talk,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cure,
Tim Buckley,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Don Cherry,
cv313,
Subhumans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eurythmics,
Soul Sonic Force,
Japan,
Icehouse,
Mad Mike,
Tres Demented,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Bar-Kays,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gun Club,
Faust,
Kurtis Blow,
Cybotron,
Piero Umiliani,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mo-Dettes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camberwell Now,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Womack,
Eddi Front,
The Selecter,
Bluetip,
Scratch Acid,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.