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 Chad and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 The Evens to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a guitar 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 güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Mars,
the Human League,
Gastr Del Sol,
Parry Music,
The Fuzztones,
The Barracudas,
The Trojans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lalo Schifrin,
Flash Fearless,
Matthew Bourne,
Arcadia,
Patti Smith,
Faust,
Archie Shepp,
Model 500,
The Dead C,
John Coltrane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Youth Brigade,
Bizarre Inc.,
K-Klass,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sight & Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Index,
Wire,
Brothers Johnson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Young Marble Giants,
Girls At Our Best!,
Slave,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deakin,
Unwound,
The Sound,
Bluetip,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pylon,
Susan Cadogan,
the Bar-Kays,
LL Cool J,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Moleskins,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Last Poets,
The Count Five,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Steve Hackett,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Seeds,
Albert Ayler,
The Birthday Party,
Kerrie Biddell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Saints,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.