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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin 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 Young Marble Giants to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Fania All-Stars,
Loose Ends,
Terry Callier,
Ronnie Foster,
The Human League,
Crime,
Delta 5,
Smog,
Graham Central Station,
Deepchord,
Harmonia,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Y Pants,
Funkadelic,
The Mummies,
Max Romeo,
The Gap Band,
Soft Machine,
Brass Construction,
MC5,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sight & Sound,
Skaos,
Boz Scaggs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Maleditus Sound,
Symarip,
Kas Product,
The Remains,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Swans,
The Last Poets,
The Divine Comedy,
Sun City Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Albert Ayler,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Searchers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The J.B.'s,
Skriet,
Radio Birdman,
Flipper,
the Normal,
Clear Light,
Sonic Youth,
Reagan Youth,
Scrapy,
Derrick Morgan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rakim,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fortunes,
Parry Music,
Duran Duran,
Joe Smooth,
The Knickerbockers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jawbox,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.