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 Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
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 spring reverb 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 Doors to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Trumans Water,
The Index,
Subhumans,
Kerri Chandler,
The Smoke,
Radiohead,
EPMD,
Alison Limerick,
Tomorrow,
Gregory Isaacs,
Symarip,
Faraquet,
John Holt,
The Victims,
New York Dolls,
The Litter,
Minny Pops,
Barrington Levy,
The Dead C,
Boredoms,
Rapeman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Beau Brummels,
Fela Kuti,
Brass Construction,
The Moleskins,
The Fire Engines,
Todd Terry,
Pantaleimon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gong,
Tropical Tobacco,
Agent Orange,
Y Pants,
Zapp,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Warsaw,
Joy Division,
Intrusion,
the Association,
The Count Five,
Man Eating Sloth,
Prince Buster,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fad Gadget,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Moon,
The Young Rascals,
Connie Case,
cv313,
Skriet,
Ten City,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultravox,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Warren Ellis,
Chris & Cosey,
Supertramp,
CMW,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.