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 St Kitts & Nevis and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 June of 44 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Reed,
Groovy Waters,
Soft Machine,
Lower 48,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brothers Johnson,
The Slackers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alison Limerick,
The Martian,
JFA,
Cecil Taylor,
Archie Shepp,
Magazine,
Idris Muhammad,
Bush Tetras,
cv313,
The Kinks,
World's Most,
The United States of America,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Y Pants,
Massinfluence,
Animal Collective,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cameo,
Aswad,
Toni Rubio,
X-101,
June of 44,
The Human League,
Wings,
Darondo,
Scott Walker,
Magma,
Donald Byrd,
Black Flag,
Skriet,
Arab on Radar,
Icehouse,
Eddi Front,
Pierre Henry,
Eden Ahbez,
Swans,
Anakelly,
A Certain Ratio,
Sparks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Trojans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Das Ding,
The Gap Band,
The Gun Club,
Brass Construction,
Gang of Four,
Faraquet,
Swell Maps,
Fad Gadget,
Grauzone,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.