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 Comoros and from Mumbai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ 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 Hot Snakes to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Supertramp,
Dave Gahan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wings,
June of 44,
The American Breed,
Excepter,
Magazine,
Kas Product,
Iggy Pop,
Minnie Riperton,
Lee Hazlewood,
Visage,
Subhumans,
Young Marble Giants,
The Zeros,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fortunes,
Lucky Dragons,
Severed Heads,
Icehouse,
Derrick May,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Neon Judgement,
Theoretical Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Angry Samoans,
Minutemen,
Donny Hathaway,
Rosa Yemen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
AZ,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
U.S. Maple,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gap Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Move,
Frankie Knuckles,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Country Teasers,
Von Mondo,
Soft Machine,
Grauzone,
Lightning Bolt,
Deakin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Clear Light,
The Flesh Eaters,
Swans,
Tim Buckley,
Joe Finger,
D'Angelo,
Todd Terry,
Average White Band,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.