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 Dominican Republic and from Cairo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Parry Music to the electroclash 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Howard Jones,
PIL,
Nirvana,
The Gories,
The Kinks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Divine Comedy,
LL Cool J,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nas,
Fela Kuti,
Carl Craig,
Sixth Finger,
Saccharine Trust,
Andrew Hill,
Bob Dylan,
the Association,
Bootsy Collins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Qualms,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joey Negro,
Black Sheep,
Robert Görl,
MC5,
Groovy Waters,
Joe Smooth,
Urselle,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gun Club,
Audionom,
Josef K,
The Skatalites,
ABC,
This Heat,
Pole,
Lakeside,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Donny Hathaway,
Malaria!,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Subhumans,
the Normal,
Fugazi,
Soft Cell,
Dennis Brown,
James White and The Blacks,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Doors,
X-102,
Swans,
Ultra Naté,
The Motions,
Black Flag,
Ralphi Rosario,
Surgeon,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.