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 Indonesia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Monolake to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Motorama,
Excepter,
The Saints,
Rekid,
The Dirtbombs,
Slick Rick,
Tommy Roe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mummies,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Sherman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Icehouse,
Glenn Branca,
The Doors,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultravox,
The Toasters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Skatalites,
Half Japanese,
Minutemen,
Al Stewart,
Derrick Morgan,
Pantytec,
Lyres,
The Cramps,
Cameo,
Minor Threat,
Harmonia,
This Heat,
Tom Boy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Unrelated Segments,
Jawbox,
Amazonics,
Livin' Joy,
The Last Poets,
The J.B.'s,
The Star Department,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pulsallama,
La Düsseldorf,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lightning Bolt,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yellowson,
The Sonics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Music Machine,
Radio Birdman,
Metal Thangz,
The Angels of Light,
AZ,
Thompson Twins,
Nirvana,
Avey Tare,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.