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 Armenia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 the Sonics to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Can,
Nico,
Robert Wyatt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Selecter,
The Fuzztones,
Underground Resistance,
the Association,
Rekid,
Maleditus Sound,
Country Teasers,
Piero Umiliani,
John Holt,
The Residents,
Alphaville,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Matthew Bourne,
The Pop Group,
Joyce Sims,
Tommy Roe,
Kenny Larkin,
The Move,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mad Mike,
The Index,
K-Klass,
Crispian St. Peters,
Skriet,
The United States of America,
Bronski Beat,
EPMD,
Fela Kuti,
Youth Brigade,
Tres Demented,
Los Fastidios,
Dual Sessions,
Monolake,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
L. Decosne,
Easy Going,
Derrick May,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aswad,
Nick Fraelich,
Eurythmics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Bananas,
Spoonie Gee,
Neil Young,
Suburban Knight,
Sonny Sharrock,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Animal Collective,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eve St. Jones,
Infiniti,
Monks,
The Fall,
the Human League,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.