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 Nigeria and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
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 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 Lou Reed 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 Five Americans to the dance 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Fear,
AZ,
The Wake,
T.S.O.L.,
The Pop Group,
The Trojans,
Barrington Levy,
Sixth Finger,
Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ohio Players,
The Black Dice,
The Cosmic Jokers,
X-Ray Spex,
Swans,
Main Source,
ABC,
Fatback Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Stetsasonic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fat Boys,
Ten City,
Scott Walker,
JFA,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Blues Magoos,
One Last Wish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Suburban Knight,
John Holt,
The Seeds,
Au Pairs,
Scratch Acid,
Chris Corsano,
Vladislav Delay,
Warren Ellis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultravox,
Youth Brigade,
Hashim,
Reuben Wilson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aswad,
Fela Kuti,
Angry Samoans,
CMW,
Bootsy Collins,
KRS-One,
The Modern Lovers,
FM Einheit,
The Dead C,
Bluetip,
Babytalk,
Subhumans,
Flash Fearless,
Monks,
The Residents,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.