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 Egypt and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Index,
Flipper,
cv313,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Unrelated Segments,
a-ha,
Pylon,
Freddie Wadling,
Spoonie Gee,
Iggy Pop,
Harry Pussy,
Prince Buster,
The Martian,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cameo,
The Happenings,
The Monochrome Set,
Chris & Cosey,
Cheater Slicks,
Metal Thangz,
Godley & Creme,
Eli Mardock,
Black Sheep,
Faust,
David Bowie,
The J.B.'s,
Angry Samoans,
The Smoke,
Junior Murvin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultravox,
Fela Kuti,
Zapp,
Procol Harum,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Bar-Kays,
Funkadelic,
Amon Düül,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mark Hollis,
Hot Snakes,
Visage,
Joe Smooth,
The United States of America,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Urselle,
Hasil Adkins,
DJ Sneak,
8 Eyed Spy,
Icehouse,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Womack,
Harmonia,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ponytail,
New York Dolls,
Outsiders,
Rod Modell,
The Fire Engines,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.