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 Romania and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Saints to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Connie Case,
KRS-One,
Marine Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
Iggy Pop,
The Music Machine,
Minutemen,
Index,
Banda Bassotti,
Camberwell Now,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cymande,
Quantec,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marc Almond,
The American Breed,
Graham Central Station,
Television Personalities,
Camouflage,
LL Cool J,
The Count Five,
Little Man,
D'Angelo,
The Cramps,
Vladislav Delay,
Lindisfarne,
Pussy Galore,
CMW,
Visage,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fatback Band,
The Kinks,
Letta Mbulu,
Aural Exciters,
Wire,
Deepchord,
Ultravox,
X-101,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Cale,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rod Modell,
ABBA,
the Bar-Kays,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scan 7,
Aloha Tigers,
Skaos,
Sun City Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Quando Quango,
Surgeon,
Sex Pistols,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Public Enemy,
Subhumans,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.