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 Fiji and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Barrington Levy to the punk 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Sun Ra,
Funky Four + One,
The Toasters,
The Raincoats,
Scion,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Excepter,
Desert Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Surgeon,
Swans,
ABBA,
Graham Central Station,
Grey Daturas,
Skarface,
Loose Ends,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Television Personalities,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crime,
Glenn Branca,
Supertramp,
Suburban Knight,
Sex Pistols,
Arcadia,
Suicide,
Technova,
New York Dolls,
Ultra Naté,
Absolute Body Control,
Roxette,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Count Five,
Bush Tetras,
Eurythmics,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scan 7,
Bob Dylan,
John Coltrane,
Essential Logic,
Barry Ungar,
Skaos,
Eli Mardock,
Iggy Pop,
Adolescents,
Joey Negro,
Danielle Patucci,
Gregory Isaacs,
David Axelrod,
Ohio Players,
Khruangbin,
Franke,
Derrick May,
Vainqueur,
Skriet,
Donny Hathaway,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rakim,
Hot Snakes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cowsills,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.