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 Sri Lanka and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the punk 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Sällskapet,
Lindisfarne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Byron Stingily,
Public Enemy,
The Birthday Party,
MC5,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cowsills,
China Crisis,
Second Layer,
Cheater Slicks,
Dark Day,
The Red Krayola,
The Durutti Column,
The Fire Engines,
Barry Ungar,
Morten Harket,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thee Headcoats,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed,
Kas Product,
Con Funk Shun,
DJ Sneak,
Sonny Sharrock,
L. Decosne,
The Evens,
The Fall,
Jerry's Kids,
Erasure,
The Five Americans,
The Leaves,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Masters at Work,
The Dead C,
The Fugs,
In Retrospect,
Kenny Larkin,
The Grass Roots,
Metal Thangz,
Graham Central Station,
Porter Ricks,
The Gun Club,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Monks,
The Doors,
Brass Construction,
Symarip,
Eli Mardock,
Spoonie Gee,
Spandau Ballet,
Lyres,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.