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 Chile and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Freddie Wadling to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
The Flesh Eaters,
Clear Light,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Cale,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Womack,
The Raincoats,
Country Teasers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grauzone,
This Heat,
Glenn Branca,
June of 44,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Durutti Column,
Supertramp,
Mark Hollis,
Negative Approach,
Faraquet,
Grey Daturas,
Tom Boy,
Chrome,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Buzzcocks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sister Nancy,
Joey Negro,
E-Dancer,
Drexciya,
the Germs,
Q and Not U,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fire Engines,
Crispian St. Peters,
Moss Icon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deepchord,
Skaos,
MC5,
Dual Sessions,
Amon Düül II,
Andrew Hill,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Spandau Ballet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brothers Johnson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Metal Thangz,
Outsiders,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Busters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Excepter,
The Golliwogs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Robert Görl,
Little Man,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.