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 Congo and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Chrome to the rap 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League 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?
Moby Grape,
Donny Hathaway,
Zero Boys,
Bush Tetras,
Black Flag,
Pole,
Arthur Verocai,
Bad Manners,
D'Angelo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Harry Pussy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Toni Rubio,
Matthew Bourne,
Television Personalities,
Livin' Joy,
Make Up,
Dawn Penn,
Hasil Adkins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Josef K,
the Human League,
Terry Callier,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Agitation Free,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sexual Harrassment,
Laurel Aitken,
Crooked Eye,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nick Fraelich,
Fad Gadget,
These Immortal Souls,
John Holt,
Monks,
Sister Nancy,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Womack,
Junior Murvin,
The Cure,
Adolescents,
Camberwell Now,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun Ra,
The Searchers,
Kenny Larkin,
Electric Prunes,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultravox,
Albert Ayler,
Spoonie Gee,
Matthew Halsall,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Piero Umiliani,
Average White Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Soft Cell,
Fatback Band,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.