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 Lithuania and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes 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 Residents to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
The Busters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Maurizio,
48th St. Collective,
Marmalade,
Eve St. Jones,
Ossler,
Al Stewart,
Lee Hazlewood,
China Crisis,
Goldenarms,
Todd Rundgren,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sexual Harrassment,
Monks,
Sandy B,
The Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
Boogie Down Productions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Monolake,
Tomorrow,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pulsallama,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nirvana,
Black Sheep,
Black Flag,
OOIOO,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Tremeloes,
Oneida,
The Music Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
Con Funk Shun,
Newcleus,
Mr. Review,
Sex Pistols,
The Sonics,
The Index,
Gong,
The Cowsills,
Man Eating Sloth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jacob Miller,
Prince Buster,
Quadrant,
Deepchord,
Livin' Joy,
Mark Hollis,
Khruangbin,
Bang On A Can,
David McCallum,
The Moleskins,
Dawn Penn,
Jawbox,
Alice Coltrane,
Pole,
Scion,
Marine Girls,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.