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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 B.T. Express to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brass Construction,
Underground Resistance,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scott Walker,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Wake,
E-Dancer,
Anakelly,
Wings,
Archie Shepp,
Pantytec,
Charles Mingus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Audionom,
Joey Negro,
Bad Manners,
Crime,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nick Fraelich,
T. Rex,
Panda Bear,
The Barracudas,
Y Pants,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Human League,
Black Bananas,
Ludus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Todd Rundgren,
The Busters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ice-T,
Groovy Waters,
Blake Baxter,
Ronan,
Main Source,
Gang Starr,
Fear,
The Pretty Things,
Junior Murvin,
Intrusion,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Slits,
Michelle Simonal,
Saccharine Trust,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nico,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sam Rivers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Malaria!,
Suburban Knight,
Howard Jones,
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lindisfarne,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.