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 Guinea and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Banda Bassotti to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Amazonics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tres Demented,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eric B and Rakim,
Maurizio,
John Holt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sarah Menescal,
Jeru the Damaja,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Technova,
Reagan Youth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Kinks,
Rapeman,
Symarip,
Dead Boys,
The Slackers,
World's Most,
Porter Ricks,
Arthur Verocai,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fugs,
Mo-Dettes,
Severed Heads,
Alphaville,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Moleskins,
The Gories,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Accadde A,
Banda Bassotti,
Harmonia,
Erykah Badu,
The Vogues,
Hoover,
the Bar-Kays,
The Mojo Men,
Spoonie Gee,
Subhumans,
The Sound,
Pantytec,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Reuben Wilson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Normal,
The Buckinghams,
Excepter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Schoolly D,
Tropical Tobacco,
Outsiders,
Crash Course in Science,
Mission of Burma,
Marshall Jefferson,
Josef K,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.