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 Panama and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 jazz 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tom Boy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Colin Newman,
Unrelated Segments,
Lightning Bolt,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Suicide,
The Litter,
Con Funk Shun,
Thompson Twins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tim Buckley,
Radio Birdman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Raincoats,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jerry's Kids,
X-101,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gladiators,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DNA,
Half Japanese,
Spoonie Gee,
Toni Rubio,
Erasure,
The Cosmic Jokers,
This Heat,
KRS-One,
Eli Mardock,
The Leaves,
Anakelly,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lucky Dragons,
Grauzone,
Franke,
Y Pants,
Reagan Youth,
Basic Channel,
The Selecter,
Flipper,
Arthur Verocai,
Circle Jerks,
EPMD,
Ultra Naté,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jacques Brel,
Rekid,
Graham Central Station,
Alphaville,
The Blues Magoos,
Sarah Menescal,
Sun City Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Radiohead,
Newcleus,
The Count Five,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.