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 Solomon Islands and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Susan Cadogan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Q65,
The Cowsills,
The Associates,
Rites of Spring,
John Lydon,
Dave Gahan,
Malaria!,
Fatback Band,
DJ Style,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Oblivians,
The Fortunes,
David McCallum,
Mr. Review,
OOIOO,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lindisfarne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fugs,
Barbara Tucker,
8 Eyed Spy,
Letta Mbulu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
MC5,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crash Course in Science,
Heaven 17,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Sheep,
ABBA,
Glenn Branca,
Scientists,
Lou Reed,
Peter & Gordon,
Brick,
Popol Vuh,
Mark Hollis,
Anthony Braxton,
The Index,
Panda Bear,
The Trojans,
Clear Light,
Eddi Front,
Moebius,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Donald Byrd,
Darondo,
Urselle,
EPMD,
The Martian,
F. McDonald,
The Zeros,
The Pretty Things,
Los Fastidios,
Goldenarms,
The Blackbyrds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.