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 Sri Lanka and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Yellowson to the electroclash 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
The Blackbyrds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Supertramp,
Gang Green,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eric Copeland,
the Normal,
Boredoms,
Arthur Verocai,
Harry Pussy,
Outsiders,
Monks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grauzone,
Connie Case,
Sight & Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Prince Buster,
Motorama,
Fatback Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Matthew Halsall,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
T. Rex,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Sherman,
The Motions,
The Monks,
Fat Boys,
Public Enemy,
Qualms,
Angry Samoans,
Zapp,
The Skatalites,
The Happenings,
Skarface,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lower 48,
Robert Wyatt,
Panda Bear,
Tomorrow,
Delon & Dalcan,
Steve Hackett,
Leonard Cohen,
Jawbox,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stiv Bators,
Youth Brigade,
Urselle,
Magma,
The Residents,
Kenny Larkin,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marvin Gaye,
The Sisters of Mercy,
D'Angelo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Donald Byrd,
Wings,
The Walker Brothers,
The Vogues,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.