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 India and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nik Kershaw to the grunge 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Freddie Wadling,
Jeff Mills,
The Martian,
The Star Department,
Magma,
Soul II Soul,
Blake Baxter,
Television Personalities,
Jeru the Damaja,
The United States of America,
Lucky Dragons,
Vladislav Delay,
The Moleskins,
The Busters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minny Pops,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Görl,
Essential Logic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Franke,
Brothers Johnson,
New Age Steppers,
UT,
Organ,
Toni Rubio,
Roy Ayers,
Pantytec,
Pylon,
Barbara Tucker,
Whodini,
Bauhaus,
Buzzcocks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Knickerbockers,
L. Decosne,
Sonic Youth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ken Boothe,
Todd Terry,
The Trojans,
Davy DMX,
Rakim,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fluxion,
The Count Five,
Underground Resistance,
Symarip,
Isaac Hayes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The New Christs,
The Neon Judgement,
The Monochrome Set,
Arcadia,
The Birthday Party,
Leonard Cohen,
Bill Wells,
Andrew Hill,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.