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 Bhutan and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Michael McDonald 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 Charles Mingus to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Man Parrish,
Zapp,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Smiths,
OOIOO,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fortunes,
Outsiders,
cv313,
UT,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cowsills,
James White and The Blacks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ossler,
Todd Rundgren,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Public Enemy,
The Modern Lovers,
Agent Orange,
Cameo,
Circle Jerks,
The Gladiators,
The Misunderstood,
Supertramp,
Erykah Badu,
The Last Poets,
Hardrive,
Shoche,
T.S.O.L.,
Suburban Knight,
Livin' Joy,
Nirvana,
Sun Ra,
Nik Kershaw,
Soft Machine,
Mo-Dettes,
Swans,
Soul II Soul,
Bill Wells,
Scientists,
Yazoo,
Alphaville,
Sandy B,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bluetip,
Cymande,
Spoonie Gee,
Don Cherry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Idris Muhammad,
Wasted Youth,
Rekid,
Bush Tetras,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.