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 France and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 David Bowie 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 Names to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Eddi Front,
The Litter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Victims,
U.S. Maple,
Deadbeat,
Zapp,
Junior Murvin,
Fat Boys,
The Happenings,
ABBA,
Dave Gahan,
Fugazi,
Peter and Kerry,
kango's stein massive,
Isaac Hayes,
The Moleskins,
LL Cool J,
CMW,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pussy Galore,
Kurtis Blow,
Minnie Riperton,
Sparks,
Peter & Gordon,
Charles Mingus,
L. Decosne,
Moss Icon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Swans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Outsiders,
Boredoms,
Gang Green,
The Selecter,
In Retrospect,
Curtis Mayfield,
Anthony Braxton,
AZ,
Danielle Patucci,
The Grass Roots,
Black Moon,
Mr. Review,
The Star Department,
Skriet,
ABC,
Roger Hodgson,
The Evens,
Trumans Water,
Jerry's Kids,
T. Rex,
Tomorrow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pantytec,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jeff Mills,
Duran Duran,
Howard Jones,
The Buckinghams,
Kas Product,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.