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 Philippines and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Franke to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
David McCallum,
Lakeside,
Jimmy McGriff,
Saccharine Trust,
Cheater Slicks,
The Slits,
Essential Logic,
Alice Coltrane,
Y Pants,
Ronan,
Bobby Sherman,
Faraquet,
U.S. Maple,
Icehouse,
L. Decosne,
The Cramps,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Matthew Halsall,
Boredoms,
Eric Dolphy,
the Germs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Misunderstood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Durutti Column,
The Neon Judgement,
Boogie Down Productions,
Infiniti,
Donald Byrd,
Rapeman,
Black Bananas,
Mo-Dettes,
Sun City Girls,
F. McDonald,
Pussy Galore,
Average White Band,
The United States of America,
Sister Nancy,
Glenn Branca,
Gang of Four,
The Moleskins,
Davy DMX,
10cc,
Massinfluence,
Japan,
The Smiths,
Sarah Menescal,
Deakin,
Negative Approach,
The Young Rascals,
Lindisfarne,
The Selecter,
Flipper,
Quando Quango,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.