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 Kyrgyzstan and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Alton Ellis to the punk 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Anthony Braxton,
Pagans,
Bobby Womack,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Tremeloes,
Silicon Teens,
Marvin Gaye,
New York Dolls,
Max Romeo,
Young Marble Giants,
Technova,
Country Teasers,
The Slackers,
Saccharine Trust,
Mo-Dettes,
Skriet,
The Gun Club,
Warsaw,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minnie Riperton,
Magma,
Supertramp,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Christie,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fortunes,
Thee Headcoats,
The Beau Brummels,
Agitation Free,
Colin Newman,
Von Mondo,
Peter and Kerry,
48th St. Collective,
Liliput,
Groovy Waters,
The Barracudas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deakin,
Con Funk Shun,
Jacques Brel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Make Up,
Goldenarms,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Human League,
Little Man,
Soul II Soul,
Sam Rivers,
The Young Rascals,
ABC,
The Music Machine,
Judy Mowatt,
Neil Young,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sparks,
Ronnie Foster,
the Association,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.