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 Latvia and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin 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 R.M.O. to the crunk 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neil Young,
Fatback Band,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Byrd,
Heaven 17,
Cabaret Voltaire,
EPMD,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Henry Cow,
Yellowson,
Kenny Larkin,
Jerry's Kids,
Arcadia,
Adolescents,
Interpol,
Bronski Beat,
The Martian,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Public Enemy,
Crooked Eye,
Whodini,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Amon Düül,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marmalade,
Soul II Soul,
Blake Baxter,
Gabor Szabo,
Animal Collective,
The Invisible,
Maleditus Sound,
Wally Richardson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marine Girls,
X-101,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
cv313,
Kurtis Blow,
These Immortal Souls,
Pierre Henry,
Jeff Mills,
Qualms,
Archie Shepp,
The Index,
The Fuzztones,
F. McDonald,
Icehouse,
Little Man,
Intrusion,
Cheater Slicks,
The Divine Comedy,
Ralphi Rosario,
The American Breed,
Audionom,
Ronan,
Accadde A,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.