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 Dominica and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Livin' Joy to the punk 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Peter and Kerry,
Gong,
Lou Christie,
Kenny Larkin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gladiators,
Danielle Patucci,
John Holt,
JFA,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Names,
Marc Almond,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Monolake,
Joy Division,
Scratch Acid,
Negative Approach,
Skriet,
the Soft Cell,
Supertramp,
June Days,
Warsaw,
The Grass Roots,
Swans,
The Wake,
Metal Thangz,
The Beau Brummels,
Max Romeo,
Aswad,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Moby Grape,
Basic Channel,
Tomorrow,
Shoche,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pantytec,
Bobby Byrd,
Buzzcocks,
Kaleidoscope,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Robert Wyatt,
The Velvet Underground,
Massinfluence,
Trumans Water,
Excepter,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Doors,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mo-Dettes,
Motorama,
Bauhaus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Country Teasers,
Gang of Four,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.