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 Niger and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Neu!,
John Holt,
Au Pairs,
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare,
Fear,
CMW,
Byron Stingily,
F. McDonald,
Bill Wells,
Donald Byrd,
Sun City Girls,
David McCallum,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pylon,
Magma,
Graham Central Station,
Oblivians,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cheater Slicks,
Ronan,
Joe Finger,
Charles Mingus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rekid,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nik Kershaw,
Monolake,
Peter & Gordon,
Bang On A Can,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wings,
Lyres,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ohio Players,
Rites of Spring,
Crooked Eye,
Rotary Connection,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roy Ayers,
Nick Fraelich,
Oneida,
Alison Limerick,
The Litter,
Shuggie Otis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Technova,
A Certain Ratio,
Eurythmics,
The Martian,
The Young Rascals,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ornette Coleman,
Ice-T,
Jandek,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Half Japanese,
Absolute Body Control,
Minnie Riperton,
Bad Manners,
Banda Bassotti,
Organ,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.