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 East Timor and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 8 Eyed Spy to the dance 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Lydon,
X-101,
Accadde A,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sarah Menescal,
The Monochrome Set,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Tremeloes,
Panda Bear,
Girls At Our Best!,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Flipper,
Fad Gadget,
Kerri Chandler,
Barry Ungar,
The Happenings,
Eden Ahbez,
The Motions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ronan,
Pagans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alton Ellis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Clear Light,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Colin Newman,
Junior Murvin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ituana,
Derrick May,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scion,
The Detroit Cobras,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marc Almond,
Bill Near,
Buzzcocks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yusef Lateef,
The Moleskins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Doobie Brothers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ronnie Foster,
Theoretical Girls,
Tres Demented,
Fatback Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Saints,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Grass Roots,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.