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 Korea North and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
The Fugs,
Faust,
Von Mondo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sex Pistols,
Radiohead,
Soul II Soul,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Smog,
Sparks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Erasure,
the Slits,
Warren Ellis,
Alphaville,
The Monochrome Set,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Moebius,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grey Daturas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Wyatt,
Scan 7,
Jeff Mills,
The Music Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Albert Ayler,
The Grass Roots,
EPMD,
Popol Vuh,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mad Mike,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
X-101,
The Litter,
Nik Kershaw,
The Monks,
Blossom Toes,
Wings,
Skarface,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tres Demented,
The Martian,
The Flesh Eaters,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pantaleimon,
Royal Trux,
The Gories,
Steve Hackett,
Neu!,
Babytalk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jandek,
David Axelrod,
Andrew Hill,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pere Ubu,
Soulsonic Force,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.