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 Chad and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Spoonie Gee to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Hoover,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ossler,
Absolute Body Control,
Brand Nubian,
Con Funk Shun,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cecil Taylor,
Patti Smith,
Oneida,
Joensuu 1685,
The Star Department,
The Gladiators,
Arab on Radar,
Soft Machine,
Minny Pops,
Q and Not U,
Maurizio,
Stereo Dub,
Dave Gahan,
Fluxion,
Kayak,
Chris & Cosey,
Rekid,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Suburban Knight,
Rites of Spring,
Sex Pistols,
Loose Ends,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joe Smooth,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Cale,
Susan Cadogan,
JFA,
Lyres,
Rod Modell,
The Buckinghams,
Bronski Beat,
Vladislav Delay,
Youth Brigade,
MDC,
Chris Corsano,
the Normal,
Zapp,
The Grass Roots,
Blancmange,
Lalo Schifrin,
Young Marble Giants,
New Order,
Soulsonic Force,
Ken Boothe,
Gabor Szabo,
Talk Talk,
Kenny Larkin,
Tom Boy,
Organ,
The Skatalites,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.