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 New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 Lakeside to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
The Buckinghams,
Section 25,
Flamin' Groovies,
Moebius,
Mandrill,
Gang Starr,
Soul II Soul,
Nico,
Harry Pussy,
Sex Pistols,
Agent Orange,
Roy Ayers,
Deepchord,
Eddi Front,
Easy Going,
Lou Christie,
Masters at Work,
Q and Not U,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
In Retrospect,
Patti Smith,
Derrick May,
The Leaves,
Junior Murvin,
Marine Girls,
Lalann,
Nik Kershaw,
Mission of Burma,
Carl Craig,
Godley & Creme,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Sherman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dark Day,
Roger Hodgson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Don Cherry,
F. McDonald,
The Star Department,
Lucky Dragons,
Pulsallama,
Tommy Roe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Flash Fearless,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dead Boys,
Kas Product,
Quantec,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gun Club,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soft Machine,
The Black Dice,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
China Crisis,
Henry Cow,
Crime,
Saccharine Trust,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.