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 Mexico and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Inner City to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Black Pus,
Metal Thangz,
Boredoms,
Moby Grape,
Andrew Hill,
Susan Cadogan,
kango's stein massive,
The Raincoats,
Glenn Branca,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harry Pussy,
Lower 48,
Isaac Hayes,
Cymande,
Babytalk,
Eurythmics,
Khruangbin,
The Pretty Things,
Wolf Eyes,
Pantytec,
The J.B.'s,
Ludus,
Crooked Eye,
Amon Düül II,
Minor Threat,
Yaz,
Spoonie Gee,
Yellowson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
June of 44,
Scientists,
The Stooges,
Erasure,
ABBA,
Porter Ricks,
Buzzcocks,
Roger Hodgson,
Mandrill,
Index,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
David McCallum,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cecil Taylor,
Juan Atkins,
Surgeon,
Chris & Cosey,
The Buckinghams,
The Cramps,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quadrant,
Interpol,
Mo-Dettes,
Accadde A,
Mars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Doors,
Sight & Sound,
Josef K,
Junior Murvin,
Sun City Girls,
Hardrive,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Schoolly D,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.