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 China and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro 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 Gang Gang Dance to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Freddie Wadling,
Letta Mbulu,
The Beau Brummels,
Qualms,
Yellowson,
Faraquet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
CMW,
The Misunderstood,
Colin Newman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Saccharine Trust,
Crime,
Todd Rundgren,
Talk Talk,
ABBA,
Ronan,
Pylon,
Cameo,
Graham Central Station,
Gang Starr,
Dark Day,
Toni Rubio,
Wolf Eyes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Pus,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Residents,
PIL,
Mission of Burma,
Depeche Mode,
New York Dolls,
The Gun Club,
FM Einheit,
Prince Buster,
Soft Cell,
The Happenings,
The Slackers,
The Litter,
Sugar Minott,
the Slits,
Thompson Twins,
Young Marble Giants,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joyce Sims,
The Cramps,
Ronnie Foster,
John Lydon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sam Rivers,
Groovy Waters,
Japan,
New Order,
Althea and Donna,
The Five Americans,
Cymande,
The Real Kids,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Robert Hood,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.