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 Bahamas and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Aloha Tigers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
The Fall,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rapeman,
Aaron Thompson,
Siglo XX,
Tropical Tobacco,
Magazine,
Youth Brigade,
Reuben Wilson,
Graham Central Station,
Piero Umiliani,
Fluxion,
Judy Mowatt,
Clear Light,
The Beau Brummels,
The Mummies,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Arthur Verocai,
Skaos,
The Flesh Eaters,
F. McDonald,
Bronski Beat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Walker Brothers,
World's Most,
Liliput,
Radiohead,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dark Day,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cramps,
Fear,
The Stooges,
LL Cool J,
The Fuzztones,
Shoche,
Susan Cadogan,
Bang On A Can,
The J.B.'s,
Kerri Chandler,
Soft Cell,
Dual Sessions,
Zero Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cowsills,
Soul Sonic Force,
Archie Shepp,
the Human League,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Velvet Underground,
JFA,
Massinfluence,
The Knickerbockers,
Little Man,
Unrelated Segments,
DNA,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Angry Samoans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.