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 Czech Republic and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Names to the punk 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
the Soft Cell,
Marmalade,
Crooked Eye,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fuzztones,
The Move,
Dead Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
F. McDonald,
Groovy Waters,
Ohio Players,
Scratch Acid,
Black Flag,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pagans,
Sam Rivers,
Agent Orange,
The Toasters,
Television,
The Saints,
Drive Like Jehu,
Skriet,
Peter & Gordon,
Althea and Donna,
Letta Mbulu,
Deepchord,
The Techniques,
Wolf Eyes,
The Monks,
X-101,
Banda Bassotti,
Average White Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Kerri Chandler,
The Dead C,
Gastr Del Sol,
MC5,
Ultimate Spinach,
Skaos,
Siglo XX,
John Holt,
Qualms,
The Modern Lovers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Outsiders,
EPMD,
John Coltrane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Country Teasers,
Zero Boys,
Pulsallama,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang of Four,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camouflage,
Danielle Patucci,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sandy B,
Spandau Ballet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.