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 Paraguay and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Josef K 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Stereo Dub,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Germs,
Chrome,
Sonic Youth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Radio Birdman,
Brass Construction,
Unwound,
Peter & Gordon,
Accadde A,
Camberwell Now,
Main Source,
Ultra Naté,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Parry Music,
Arthur Verocai,
Trumans Water,
The Busters,
Blake Baxter,
Toni Rubio,
The Pretty Things,
Peter and Kerry,
The Gun Club,
Model 500,
The Tremeloes,
Royal Trux,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Grass Roots,
Mark Hollis,
Ronnie Foster,
Bauhaus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Q65,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
LL Cool J,
The Evens,
Iggy Pop,
Fluxion,
Symarip,
Ludus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Happenings,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barbara Tucker,
Intrusion,
Half Japanese,
The Wake,
Terry Callier,
Deakin,
The United States of America,
Robert Hood,
Donny Hathaway,
Absolute Body Control,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lalann,
Tommy Roe,
Oblivians,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.