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 Turkmenistan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Shoche to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Nick Fraelich,
Television,
Altered Images,
The Dirtbombs,
Masters at Work,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Motorama,
Rites of Spring,
David McCallum,
Monks,
Marmalade,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Donny Hathaway,
Leonard Cohen,
Albert Ayler,
The Gap Band,
Babytalk,
Das Ding,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jawbox,
Mr. Review,
Second Layer,
Lyres,
Parry Music,
Rosa Yemen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scan 7,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soft Cell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Electric Prunes,
The Walker Brothers,
Technova,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sandy B,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kaleidoscope,
Joey Negro,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Von Mondo,
Letta Mbulu,
The Stooges,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ituana,
Dead Boys,
The Real Kids,
Wally Richardson,
Vainqueur,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Womack,
Anthony Braxton,
Pulsallama,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hoover,
Johnny Osbourne,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cowsills,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.