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 Dominican Republic and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 Piero Umiliani to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Terrestrial Tones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Al Stewart,
Cheater Slicks,
Roxy Music,
Peter and Kerry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Red Krayola,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Monochrome Set,
Outsiders,
The Cowsills,
Blancmange,
Faust,
Kaleidoscope,
T. Rex,
The Cramps,
Supertramp,
EPMD,
Lou Christie,
The Slackers,
Sound Behaviour,
James White and The Blacks,
Audionom,
CMW,
FM Einheit,
UT,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Index,
Danielle Patucci,
K-Klass,
Kevin Saunderson,
New York Dolls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
These Immortal Souls,
The American Breed,
The Gap Band,
Radio Birdman,
Grauzone,
L. Decosne,
Ronnie Foster,
Gong,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
D'Angelo,
The Modern Lovers,
Harry Pussy,
Black Moon,
Rites of Spring,
Ice-T,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Howard Jones,
The Doobie Brothers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Offenders,
The Selecter,
Cal Tjader,
Marine Girls,
This Heat,
Underground Resistance,
Electric Prunes,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.