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 Papua New Guinea and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Erykah Badu to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Model 500,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tommy Roe,
Ornette Coleman,
Easy Going,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
David Axelrod,
Eve St. Jones,
L. Decosne,
Monks,
La Düsseldorf,
Pere Ubu,
John Coltrane,
Ten City,
Darondo,
Silicon Teens,
Loose Ends,
Robert Görl,
The Pop Group,
Yazoo,
DJ Sneak,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Radio Birdman,
Wolf Eyes,
Marvin Gaye,
D'Angelo,
Unwound,
The Searchers,
The Skatalites,
Banda Bassotti,
Funky Four + One,
Fluxion,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Heaven 17,
Jerry's Kids,
48th St. Collective,
Theoretical Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Dirtbombs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Wyatt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ronnie Foster,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Average White Band,
Los Fastidios,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kenny Larkin,
The Monochrome Set,
Lindisfarne,
The Fortunes,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.