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 Belize and from Tokyo.
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 Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 David Bowie 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 Schoolly D to the grunge 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Black Flag,
Amon Düül,
Parry Music,
The Fuzztones,
DJ Sneak,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Prince Buster,
Warren Ellis,
Aural Exciters,
Stiv Bators,
Eddi Front,
The Gories,
Niagra,
Das Ding,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Radiopuhelimet,
Junior Murvin,
AZ,
Erasure,
Sällskapet,
Alice Coltrane,
Eve St. Jones,
Deepchord,
World's Most,
Public Enemy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mojo Men,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Searchers,
Michelle Simonal,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Skatalites,
Yusef Lateef,
X-Ray Spex,
CMW,
The Young Rascals,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Trojans,
Visage,
Joy Division,
The Toasters,
Johnny Clarke,
A Flock of Seagulls,
H. Thieme,
The Misunderstood,
Matthew Halsall,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Anakelly,
The Golliwogs,
Hardrive,
Schoolly D,
Silicon Teens,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marine Girls,
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.