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 South Sudan and from Woodstock.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 EPMD to the crunk 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Eurythmics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Real Kids,
Bill Near,
Electric Prunes,
The Sonics,
Circle Jerks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Goldenarms,
Q and Not U,
Yaz,
Yusef Lateef,
Silicon Teens,
Bootsy Collins,
June of 44,
Minutemen,
Mary Jane Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jawbox,
Althea and Donna,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gun Club,
Soft Machine,
H. Thieme,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
X-Ray Spex,
Lower 48,
Y Pants,
Davy DMX,
Nick Fraelich,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Arab on Radar,
Godley & Creme,
The Selecter,
Black Moon,
Colin Newman,
Thee Headcoats,
Wally Richardson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scan 7,
Tomorrow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Evens,
Kas Product,
Guru Guru,
Jeff Lynne,
Visage,
Thompson Twins,
The Fugs,
The Angels of Light,
Stockholm Monsters,
Archie Shepp,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Flag,
Bauhaus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
D'Angelo,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.