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 Tonga and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Johnny Osbourne to the techno 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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Simply Red,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Birthday Party,
The Black Dice,
Jandek,
John Cale,
CMW,
Tim Buckley,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gun Club,
Pylon,
Eden Ahbez,
Bronski Beat,
Bad Manners,
Amon Düül,
Smog,
The Mummies,
Heaven 17,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sam Rivers,
Nik Kershaw,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
AZ,
Sister Nancy,
Drexciya,
The Searchers,
cv313,
The Electric Prunes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hasil Adkins,
Interpol,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Malaria!,
The Residents,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deadbeat,
Fear,
Alphaville,
This Heat,
Reuben Wilson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Happenings,
Au Pairs,
Jacob Miller,
The Gap Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
10cc,
Ornette Coleman,
Tubeway Army,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joensuu 1685,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gregory Isaacs,
Index,
New Order,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.