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 Micronesia and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Holger Czukay 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 Fat Boys to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Minor Threat,
Agent Orange,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oblivians,
Unrelated Segments,
Whodini,
Radiohead,
Jawbox,
Brand Nubian,
Desert Stars,
China Crisis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Litter,
Roger Hodgson,
Soulsonic Force,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
New Order,
Magazine,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Sherman,
the Bar-Kays,
The Zeros,
Mad Mike,
The Barracudas,
Sister Nancy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joey Negro,
Cal Tjader,
Yaz,
Bob Dylan,
Alison Limerick,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Shadows of Knight,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Don Cherry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sparks,
Aural Exciters,
Sandy B,
Susan Cadogan,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultra Naté,
Make Up,
Girls At Our Best!,
Parry Music,
Aaron Thompson,
Johnny Clarke,
Toni Rubio,
Danielle Patucci,
Morten Harket,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bad Manners,
The Mummies,
The Monks,
Franke,
Fear,
Suicide,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.