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 Chile and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 Angels of Light to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
OOIOO,
the Normal,
Gang Green,
Cal Tjader,
Amon Düül II,
David Axelrod,
In Retrospect,
Andrew Hill,
The Kinks,
Black Bananas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Dark Day,
Juan Atkins,
Wally Richardson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fugazi,
Bob Dylan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Janne Schatter,
Eli Mardock,
Minny Pops,
Suicide,
Fluxion,
Ronnie Foster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Maleditus Sound,
Jawbox,
Altered Images,
Inner City,
The Dirtbombs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cramps,
Roger Hodgson,
Symarip,
Sex Pistols,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mr. Review,
Monks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Lydon,
UT,
Kenny Larkin,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Slits,
Can,
John Cale,
Archie Shepp,
Lower 48,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Wyatt,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultra Naté,
the Sonics,
Heaven 17,
The Beau Brummels,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.