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 Slovakia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ralphi Rosario to the jazz 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
The Gun Club,
Sun Ra,
Delta 5,
The Gories,
Procol Harum,
Gong,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Moby Grape,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Judy Mowatt,
The Motions,
Sun City Girls,
Sight & Sound,
Buzzcocks,
Tim Buckley,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Barracudas,
The Evens,
The Moody Blues,
Chris & Cosey,
Surgeon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tubeway Army,
Fad Gadget,
David McCallum,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Velvet Underground,
Whodini,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tears for Fears,
Funkadelic,
F. McDonald,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Second Layer,
Neil Young,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hoover,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wings,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Intrusion,
Crooked Eye,
Negative Approach,
Freddie Wadling,
Flipper,
The Cramps,
Lucky Dragons,
EPMD,
Ponytail,
Sällskapet,
The Offenders,
Nas,
Spoonie Gee,
Peter & Gordon,
Suicide,
The Five Americans,
48th St. Collective,
Niagra,
June Days,
Susan Cadogan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.