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 Lesotho and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron 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 Jacob Miller to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Peter & Gordon,
The Shadows of Knight,
DJ Sneak,
Faust,
The Birthday Party,
Magazine,
Gong,
Mad Mike,
Godley & Creme,
Loose Ends,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Vainqueur,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
10cc,
Slave,
The Stooges,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gabor Szabo,
Sonic Youth,
Angry Samoans,
The Angels of Light,
Babytalk,
David Bowie,
Kool Moe Dee,
Anthony Braxton,
Sex Pistols,
The Dave Clark Five,
Television,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lalann,
Supertramp,
The Blues Magoos,
The Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Human League,
Warsaw,
Audionom,
Neu!,
Black Bananas,
Public Enemy,
D'Angelo,
Pulsallama,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scientists,
a-ha,
the Germs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Visage,
Sarah Menescal,
Hot Snakes,
Panda Bear,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Main Source,
Simply Red,
Procol Harum,
Excepter,
John Cale,
Schoolly D,
ABC,
Ponytail,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.