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 Singapore and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Michael McDonald 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 Seeds to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cramps,
Donald Byrd,
Peter and Kerry,
Magazine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joyce Sims,
Schoolly D,
Barbara Tucker,
Ituana,
Bauhaus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Sherman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Circle Jerks,
The Knickerbockers,
Man Parrish,
Junior Murvin,
Skarface,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Althea and Donna,
Alton Ellis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Peter & Gordon,
Flash Fearless,
Sound Behaviour,
DJ Sneak,
Popol Vuh,
Outsiders,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deepchord,
Flamin' Groovies,
Godley & Creme,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Andrew Hill,
The Grass Roots,
Grey Daturas,
Scott Walker,
The Fire Engines,
Brick,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soft Machine,
Mo-Dettes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Index,
The Happenings,
The Move,
Motorama,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Red Krayola,
Stockholm Monsters,
Harmonia,
Erykah Badu,
Country Teasers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scion,
Lindisfarne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eve St. Jones,
Yaz,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.