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 Cape Verde and from Salvador.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Bill Near to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Altered Images,
Thompson Twins,
Deadbeat,
Eric Dolphy,
Whodini,
Soul Sonic Force,
Supertramp,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Mummies,
The Fuzztones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aural Exciters,
Model 500,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bad Manners,
Sixth Finger,
Index,
Parry Music,
Howard Jones,
Althea and Donna,
Buzzcocks,
Quando Quango,
Andrew Hill,
Soul II Soul,
Lungfish,
Kas Product,
The American Breed,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cameo,
the Sonics,
Animal Collective,
Rhythm & Sound,
Agent Orange,
Eden Ahbez,
Connie Case,
Erasure,
PIL,
Danielle Patucci,
Nirvana,
Dark Day,
Scion,
cv313,
Matthew Halsall,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Piero Umiliani,
Smog,
Q65,
Rotary Connection,
the Human League,
The Invisible,
Lalann,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rekid,
Groovy Waters,
Joe Finger,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
kango's stein massive,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.