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 Russia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 Aural Exciters to the grunge 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
The Monks,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fugs,
June Days,
The Vogues,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quando Quango,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Derrick Morgan,
Grey Daturas,
Avey Tare,
Kenny Larkin,
Inner City,
Agent Orange,
Make Up,
Flash Fearless,
Graham Central Station,
Rotary Connection,
Donny Hathaway,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Byrd,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Bananas,
Cecil Taylor,
Joe Finger,
Marine Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Smog,
Guru Guru,
Wolf Eyes,
Niagra,
Liliput,
Ornette Coleman,
Buzzcocks,
Main Source,
Whodini,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nils Olav,
China Crisis,
Can,
Prince Buster,
The Blues Magoos,
Procol Harum,
Sarah Menescal,
Kas Product,
Los Fastidios,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sexual Harrassment,
The United States of America,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Amon Düül,
Tim Buckley,
Byron Stingily,
Todd Terry,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Cale,
Barrington Levy,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.