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 Marshall Islands and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Gabor Szabo to the punk 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a theremin 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 synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Patti Smith,
The Mojo Men,
Harmonia,
The Human League,
The Searchers,
Infiniti,
Absolute Body Control,
Brothers Johnson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Albert Ayler,
The Vogues,
Nils Olav,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Chris Corsano,
Terrestrial Tones,
These Immortal Souls,
Freddie Wadling,
Pussy Galore,
The Star Department,
Groovy Waters,
Grauzone,
Radio Birdman,
Model 500,
Barrington Levy,
Arab on Radar,
Ronan,
Oneida,
U.S. Maple,
Scratch Acid,
The Five Americans,
Thompson Twins,
Bob Dylan,
X-101,
Drexciya,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
June of 44,
Harry Pussy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Procol Harum,
Pantaleimon,
Derrick May,
Jerry's Kids,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joensuu 1685,
John Coltrane,
Ludus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultra Naté,
Gichy Dan,
The Gap Band,
Fat Boys,
Soft Machine,
Scrapy,
Eden Ahbez,
The Tremeloes,
Tommy Roe,
Rufus Thomas,
Blake Baxter,
Kenny Larkin,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Count Five,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.