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 Mexico and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Suburban Knight to the grime 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
48th St. Collective,
Wolf Eyes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gabor Szabo,
Boz Scaggs,
Harry Pussy,
MDC,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Searchers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Groovy Waters,
Alton Ellis,
Organ,
Cal Tjader,
Index,
the Swans,
World's Most,
Joe Finger,
Scientists,
Michelle Simonal,
Marine Girls,
Dark Day,
DJ Style,
Traffic Nightmare,
Carl Craig,
Scrapy,
Ludus,
Sandy B,
Average White Band,
Skaos,
Joe Smooth,
the Slits,
Funkadelic,
Bizarre Inc.,
8 Eyed Spy,
ABBA,
Warsaw,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Moss Icon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Matthew Bourne,
Sparks,
Eric Dolphy,
Blake Baxter,
Junior Murvin,
The Victims,
Moebius,
Man Parrish,
Blancmange,
Mars,
Bobby Byrd,
Gerry Rafferty,
Zero Boys,
Jeff Mills,
Deepchord,
Grey Daturas,
Sound Behaviour,
The Doors,
Henry Cow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gun Club,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.