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 Zambia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
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 oboe 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 The Seeds to the rap 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minutemen,
Cheater Slicks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barry Ungar,
Danielle Patucci,
ABC,
Tubeway Army,
Essential Logic,
Minnie Riperton,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cymande,
Black Flag,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Delta 5,
Harpers Bizarre,
Whodini,
Eric Copeland,
Ossler,
The Saints,
Morten Harket,
Barbara Tucker,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ice-T,
Scion,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Human League,
Chris & Cosey,
Sällskapet,
Lindisfarne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Moon,
Matthew Bourne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Christie,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Avey Tare,
Youth Brigade,
Warsaw,
Scan 7,
The Barracudas,
The Raincoats,
Joy Division,
Ponytail,
Darondo,
Joensuu 1685,
Moss Icon,
Funkadelic,
The Buckinghams,
Ludus,
The Litter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Mummies,
Symarip,
The Human League,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.