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 Costa Rica and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Monks to the electroclash 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
The American Breed,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Johnny Clarke,
Nils Olav,
The Fortunes,
Sixth Finger,
Skarface,
Make Up,
the Soft Cell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nirvana,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Porter Ricks,
Eve St. Jones,
Fat Boys,
The Buckinghams,
Ponytail,
Max Romeo,
Crash Course in Science,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dave Gahan,
CMW,
Bang On A Can,
Thee Headcoats,
Scott Walker,
The Black Dice,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alice Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Trumans Water,
Vainqueur,
Altered Images,
Eric Dolphy,
Tommy Roe,
Dawn Penn,
Q and Not U,
Cymande,
Bobby Sherman,
the Slits,
Brass Construction,
Hardrive,
Toni Rubio,
Don Cherry,
Arab on Radar,
Circle Jerks,
UT,
Derrick Morgan,
Depeche Mode,
Loose Ends,
Frankie Knuckles,
Johnny Osbourne,
Quadrant,
Moss Icon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fuzztones,
Peter and Kerry,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.