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 Tanzania and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Suicide to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
H. Thieme,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fluxion,
Q and Not U,
Radio Birdman,
Kool Moe Dee,
David McCallum,
Chris Corsano,
Roxy Music,
Von Mondo,
Black Sheep,
ABBA,
Procol Harum,
Mo-Dettes,
Camberwell Now,
JFA,
Pole,
The Electric Prunes,
Letta Mbulu,
Scion,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Tremeloes,
Sixth Finger,
Jeru the Damaja,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Saints,
Peter & Gordon,
Television Personalities,
Bootsy Collins,
Archie Shepp,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eric Dolphy,
The Five Americans,
Minutemen,
Goldenarms,
Amon Düül,
Surgeon,
Lightning Bolt,
Brass Construction,
the Bar-Kays,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Albert Ayler,
Outsiders,
Sound Behaviour,
Gong,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Dirtbombs,
Ice-T,
David Bowie,
Kurtis Blow,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fuzztones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Normal,
Bronski Beat,
Essential Logic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.