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 Italy and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Qualms to the crunk 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Yusef Lateef,
Dead Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Shuggie Otis,
Mr. Review,
Depeche Mode,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mantronix,
Grey Daturas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Zapp,
Robert Görl,
Eve St. Jones,
Monolake,
Maleditus Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Slits,
Kurtis Blow,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Sherman,
The Stooges,
Country Teasers,
Grauzone,
The Offenders,
Stereo Dub,
Organ,
MC5,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gong,
The Count Five,
Pulsallama,
Wolf Eyes,
The Happenings,
New Order,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aural Exciters,
The Skatalites,
Traffic Nightmare,
Flamin' Groovies,
Absolute Body Control,
Scratch Acid,
The Names,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hashim,
Donald Byrd,
Marine Girls,
EPMD,
Babytalk,
Tubeway Army,
Flipper,
UT,
X-101,
One Last Wish,
Blake Baxter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
CMW,
Bill Near,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.