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 Romania and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wally Richardson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sight & Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Standells,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Womack,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cure,
Roger Hodgson,
Index,
Sound Behaviour,
Minutemen,
Cheater Slicks,
Scratch Acid,
Bluetip,
The Zeros,
This Heat,
D'Angelo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Man Parrish,
Lucky Dragons,
Ice-T,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pharoah Sanders,
FM Einheit,
Section 25,
Gabor Szabo,
Delta 5,
ABBA,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Human League,
Derrick May,
Groovy Waters,
Soul II Soul,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cramps,
Camouflage,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Grass Roots,
Soulsonic Force,
B.T. Express,
cv313,
John Holt,
Lightning Bolt,
T.S.O.L.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Swans,
Negative Approach,
Derrick Morgan,
Robert Görl,
Animal Collective,
Dark Day,
ABC,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hardrive,
The Slackers,
Eric Copeland,
Fatback Band,
Icehouse,
Electric Prunes,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.