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 Comoros and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 OOIOO to the dance 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Eddi Front,
Los Fastidios,
New Age Steppers,
Q and Not U,
Minnie Riperton,
The Walker Brothers,
Marcia Griffiths,
K-Klass,
The Standells,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
La Düsseldorf,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deepchord,
The Seeds,
The Neon Judgement,
Oneida,
Interpol,
Model 500,
Cameo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
T.S.O.L.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cramps,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Isaac Hayes,
Idris Muhammad,
Mars,
The Searchers,
Neu!,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aural Exciters,
Blake Baxter,
Quadrant,
The Flesh Eaters,
Guru Guru,
Bauhaus,
Smog,
Robert Hood,
Mark Hollis,
Scott Walker,
Tomorrow,
Crooked Eye,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deadbeat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Absolute Body Control,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dave Gahan,
Todd Rundgren,
Mr. Review,
Bill Wells,
Boz Scaggs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Clear Light,
Slick Rick,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dawn Penn,
Jerry's Kids,
Lakeside,
Grey Daturas,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.