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 Paraguay and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tremeloes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell 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 jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
The Trojans,
Judy Mowatt,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Smiths,
Dual Sessions,
Skriet,
Half Japanese,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Young Marble Giants,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Human League,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Move,
The Busters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Man Parrish,
Jawbox,
Crooked Eye,
Jeff Mills,
The Techniques,
Smog,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mad Mike,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fugazi,
Unrelated Segments,
Harpers Bizarre,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Prince Buster,
Thee Headcoats,
Lower 48,
Swans,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wally Richardson,
The Evens,
Bronski Beat,
Parry Music,
X-101,
Public Image Ltd.,
Inner City,
Marvin Gaye,
The Wake,
The Litter,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cramps,
The Knickerbockers,
Soulsonic Force,
The Slackers,
Vladislav Delay,
Sun Ra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Laurel Aitken,
Aaron Thompson,
the Slits,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.