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 Mauritania and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
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 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 Lyres to the crunk 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Green,
Ronan,
Neil Young,
D'Angelo,
The Velvet Underground,
Zero Boys,
Dark Day,
Eve St. Jones,
Eurythmics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang Gang Dance,
In Retrospect,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Accadde A,
Los Fastidios,
The Slackers,
The United States of America,
Scrapy,
Pagans,
The Smoke,
The Dirtbombs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Siglo XX,
DJ Style,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joe Smooth,
The Red Krayola,
Johnny Clarke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minor Threat,
Camberwell Now,
L. Decosne,
The American Breed,
The Blackbyrds,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soul II Soul,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Surgeon,
Rekid,
These Immortal Souls,
Godley & Creme,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ossler,
Delta 5,
The Golliwogs,
Little Man,
Gabor Szabo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Human League,
Alton Ellis,
Can,
kango's stein massive,
Minutemen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Monolake,
The Beau Brummels,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.