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 Madagascar and from Toronto.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Sandy B,
Albert Ayler,
Zapp,
EPMD,
Soul II Soul,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Amazonics,
Todd Terry,
Marmalade,
Popol Vuh,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter & Gordon,
Inner City,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Howard Jones,
Silicon Teens,
Cheater Slicks,
Organ,
Swans,
The Monks,
Bootsy Collins,
The Real Kids,
Crooked Eye,
Intrusion,
Nirvana,
The Monochrome Set,
Todd Rundgren,
Kerrie Biddell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bang On A Can,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Babytalk,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bauhaus,
Cluster,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Smoke,
Althea and Donna,
Stetsasonic,
This Heat,
Au Pairs,
Sarah Menescal,
The Modern Lovers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roxette,
Rod Modell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sun Ra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Association,
Q65,
June of 44,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Selecter,
Pussy Galore,
Maleditus Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
In Retrospect,
Hardrive,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mission of Burma,
Khruangbin,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.