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 Honduras and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum 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 Bobby Womack to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Bobby Sherman,
The Misunderstood,
Nico,
Vladislav Delay,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kayak,
The Stooges,
The Searchers,
Saccharine Trust,
Neil Young,
Alphaville,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barrington Levy,
The Velvet Underground,
Amazonics,
Main Source,
Outsiders,
Urselle,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Slits,
Marmalade,
Theoretical Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gladiators,
Todd Terry,
Colin Newman,
Audionom,
Grandmaster Flash,
Y Pants,
Visage,
Tears for Fears,
Trumans Water,
The United States of America,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Peter and Kerry,
Amon Düül,
The Last Poets,
Livin' Joy,
John Lydon,
Gichy Dan,
China Crisis,
DJ Style,
The Sonics,
Dave Gahan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mark Hollis,
Ice-T,
Flipper,
Scrapy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
In Retrospect,
Sexual Harrassment,
Faraquet,
Shuggie Otis,
DNA,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ornette Coleman,
Yellowson,
Joe Finger,
Bootsy Collins,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.