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 Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron 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 Darondo to the jazz 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Easy Going,
Smog,
Icehouse,
Vainqueur,
Black Moon,
Anakelly,
Charles Mingus,
Eden Ahbez,
Lalann,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Beau Brummels,
Todd Rundgren,
Eurythmics,
Urselle,
Todd Terry,
Agent Orange,
Average White Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Nils Olav,
The Durutti Column,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Neil Young,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pole,
The Fugs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ituana,
Laurel Aitken,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hot Snakes,
Livin' Joy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Chris & Cosey,
Cluster,
48th St. Collective,
Magma,
Jacob Miller,
Clear Light,
MDC,
Johnny Osbourne,
UT,
Subhumans,
Circle Jerks,
Crash Course in Science,
Buzzcocks,
Audionom,
World's Most,
Faust,
Camouflage,
Von Mondo,
Scan 7,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Slave,
Alton Ellis,
Siglo XX,
The New Christs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Byrd,
The Mighty Diamonds,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.