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 Dominica and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Connie Case to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ 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 organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
kango's stein massive,
Don Cherry,
The Golliwogs,
The Fall,
MC5,
the Slits,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roxy Music,
Dorothy Ashby,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
OOIOO,
Rekid,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Litter,
Dual Sessions,
Glenn Branca,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bill Wells,
Smog,
Masters at Work,
The Star Department,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Judy Mowatt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun Ra,
Suicide,
Brass Construction,
The Doobie Brothers,
Prince Buster,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crooked Eye,
James White and The Blacks,
Deadbeat,
Sugar Minott,
Flipper,
Quando Quango,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ponytail,
Camberwell Now,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Sheep,
Black Bananas,
the Association,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Smiths,
Simply Red,
Aural Exciters,
Max Romeo,
The Fuzztones,
Man Parrish,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Shadows of Knight,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Stooges,
Byron Stingily,
the Soft Cell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.