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 Turkey and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Star Department to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Lalann,
John Holt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sixth Finger,
The Neon Judgement,
Leonard Cohen,
Barbara Tucker,
Lee Hazlewood,
Babytalk,
Jawbox,
The Litter,
The Evens,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Theoretical Girls,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Alton Ellis,
Minor Threat,
The Young Rascals,
Joey Negro,
Pole,
The Five Americans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Pus,
Sam Rivers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pantaleimon,
Pagans,
Yaz,
David McCallum,
Lebanon Hanover,
Laurel Aitken,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fela Kuti,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rosa Yemen,
F. McDonald,
Ralphi Rosario,
Country Joe & The Fish,
These Immortal Souls,
a-ha,
Urselle,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Surgeon,
David Bowie,
Barrington Levy,
Unwound,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Wells,
Moby Grape,
Infiniti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Buckinghams,
Roy Ayers,
Pulsallama,
Livin' Joy,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.