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 Tunisia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin 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 Pharoah Sanders to the grunge 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
R.M.O.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brass Construction,
The Music Machine,
Black Flag,
The Techniques,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
World's Most,
Pole,
The Smoke,
This Heat,
Gregory Isaacs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barrington Levy,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Heaven 17,
Yaz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Goldenarms,
Animal Collective,
Thee Headcoats,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Magazine,
The J.B.'s,
Mission of Burma,
Black Pus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mary Jane Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Groovy Waters,
Aaron Thompson,
Dorothy Ashby,
kango's stein massive,
Pussy Galore,
Gang of Four,
Maurizio,
Cameo,
Byron Stingily,
The Saints,
David Axelrod,
The Barracudas,
The Selecter,
cv313,
Mandrill,
Robert Hood,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ten City,
MDC,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brothers Johnson,
Cheater Slicks,
Alton Ellis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Silicon Teens,
Cymande,
Dennis Brown,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.