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 Iraq and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 The Blackbyrds to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
One Last Wish,
Absolute Body Control,
A Certain Ratio,
The Martian,
Gichy Dan,
Dark Day,
The Tremeloes,
The Barracudas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minnie Riperton,
Kayak,
Thee Headcoats,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eli Mardock,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Judy Mowatt,
Pantaleimon,
Unrelated Segments,
Bizarre Inc.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fortunes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Althea and Donna,
Davy DMX,
Joy Division,
CMW,
Stereo Dub,
Mandrill,
Qualms,
The Evens,
Radio Birdman,
Ronan,
These Immortal Souls,
Section 25,
Chrome,
Intrusion,
Slave,
The Move,
a-ha,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Harry Pussy,
Organ,
Excepter,
The Fugs,
Alphaville,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mars,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cecil Taylor,
The Misunderstood,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joe Finger,
Barbara Tucker,
Grauzone,
Lyres,
David Bowie,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.