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 Peru and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 The Motions to the electroclash 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aswad,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sister Nancy,
Infiniti,
The American Breed,
Erykah Badu,
The Residents,
X-101,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Normal,
The Vogues,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gap Band,
Colin Newman,
Oneida,
Crash Course in Science,
Talk Talk,
Kenny Larkin,
The Standells,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Newcleus,
Moebius,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gabor Szabo,
Flash Fearless,
Godley & Creme,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
In Retrospect,
Rufus Thomas,
Marine Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ken Boothe,
Chrome,
Country Teasers,
Barclay James Harvest,
The J.B.'s,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cecil Taylor,
Mantronix,
Anthony Braxton,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Terry Callier,
The Music Machine,
Ultravox,
Mad Mike,
Chris & Cosey,
Nirvana,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stetsasonic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lalo Schifrin,
Henry Cow,
David McCallum,
David Axelrod,
Minutemen,
The Barracudas,
Drexciya,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.