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 Iraq and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Bluetip to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Womack,
Excepter,
Soul II Soul,
June Days,
Scan 7,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Real Kids,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tres Demented,
The Remains,
Nik Kershaw,
Symarip,
Gong,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cheater Slicks,
Amazonics,
Colin Newman,
Piero Umiliani,
The J.B.'s,
New Order,
Thompson Twins,
Sarah Menescal,
Television,
Second Layer,
The Durutti Column,
Mark Hollis,
Minor Threat,
Steve Hackett,
Bootsy Collins,
Lower 48,
Tom Boy,
Visage,
The Young Rascals,
Organ,
Isaac Hayes,
LL Cool J,
Swans,
Fluxion,
Terry Callier,
Intrusion,
Pere Ubu,
Trumans Water,
Lungfish,
Monolake,
A Certain Ratio,
Hasil Adkins,
Altered Images,
Main Source,
Procol Harum,
The Gladiators,
Alphaville,
Scion,
Max Romeo,
Yazoo,
Negative Approach,
Johnny Clarke,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.