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 Antigua and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 Eli Mardock to the jazz 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
kango's stein massive,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Glambeats Corp.,
MC5,
Bobby Hutcherson,
48th St. Collective,
Nils Olav,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Velvet Underground,
Lucky Dragons,
Electric Prunes,
Alton Ellis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Zero Boys,
John Holt,
Godley & Creme,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Danielle Patucci,
Motorama,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Coltrane,
Essential Logic,
Dead Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
Juan Atkins,
Black Flag,
Section 25,
Unrelated Segments,
Kas Product,
Wire,
The Sonics,
David Axelrod,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Absolute Body Control,
Warsaw,
The Fortunes,
Los Fastidios,
Lalann,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soul II Soul,
Lakeside,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bootsy Collins,
Fat Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cheater Slicks,
Pole,
The Dirtbombs,
Grey Daturas,
Roy Ayers,
In Retrospect,
Man Parrish,
Fela Kuti,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fugs,
Idris Muhammad,
Mr. Review,
David Bowie,
Duran Duran,
The Divine Comedy,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.