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 Venezuela and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sixth Finger,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dark Day,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wasted Youth,
10cc,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tim Buckley,
The Monks,
Boz Scaggs,
The Walker Brothers,
The Real Kids,
The Skatalites,
The Grass Roots,
the Fania All-Stars,
Absolute Body Control,
Erykah Badu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aaron Thompson,
Whodini,
The Index,
Eurythmics,
U.S. Maple,
PIL,
Sex Pistols,
Davy DMX,
Michelle Simonal,
The Tremeloes,
David Axelrod,
Kenny Larkin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Mummies,
Massinfluence,
Joyce Sims,
The Fall,
A Certain Ratio,
T. Rex,
Laurel Aitken,
Bizarre Inc.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Technova,
Ituana,
The Move,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pole,
Suburban Knight,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fat Boys,
Little Man,
Glenn Branca,
Max Romeo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hashim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Slackers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Parry Music,
Lungfish,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.