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 East Timor and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the funk 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül 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?
Iggy Pop,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hardrive,
Howard Jones,
Wasted Youth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Sheep,
Public Image Ltd.,
Heaven 17,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nas,
Average White Band,
Mars,
Tom Boy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fall,
Banda Bassotti,
Silicon Teens,
Sam Rivers,
Tim Buckley,
Can,
Arcadia,
Barclay James Harvest,
Groovy Waters,
Kenny Larkin,
Moby Grape,
a-ha,
Rhythm & Sound,
Procol Harum,
MDC,
Tropical Tobacco,
Amazonics,
Drexciya,
Nirvana,
Ten City,
X-102,
Urselle,
Erasure,
Pylon,
Derrick Morgan,
The Divine Comedy,
Shoche,
John Holt,
The Human League,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sister Nancy,
The Busters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Slave,
Index,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Organ,
Graham Central Station,
Slick Rick,
Eddi Front,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Public Enemy,
Stetsasonic,
Tommy Roe,
Barrington Levy,
Icehouse,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.