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 Finland and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the grunge 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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Rosa Yemen,
Andrew Hill,
Quando Quango,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Metal Thangz,
The Doors,
The Doobie Brothers,
Second Layer,
The Count Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
X-Ray Spex,
Von Mondo,
Janne Schatter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crime,
Supertramp,
The Human League,
The Busters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eden Ahbez,
Rites of Spring,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scott Walker,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Excepter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Symarip,
Matthew Bourne,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Womack,
Aural Exciters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Index,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barclay James Harvest,
EPMD,
X-102,
The Tremeloes,
Dark Day,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roxy Music,
Moss Icon,
The Black Dice,
Vladislav Delay,
Erasure,
Todd Rundgren,
Wasted Youth,
John Foxx,
the Slits,
Bronski Beat,
Boogie Down Productions,
Donald Byrd,
James White and The Blacks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
World's Most,
Terry Callier,
Maleditus Sound,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.