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 Germany and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
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 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 Hoover to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Womack,
These Immortal Souls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nirvana,
Lightning Bolt,
Barry Ungar,
Severed Heads,
Parry Music,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aloha Tigers,
Chris & Cosey,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ohio Players,
The Fall,
The Slits,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Procol Harum,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Qualms,
Guru Guru,
Cybotron,
Jeff Mills,
New Age Steppers,
Kas Product,
Royal Trux,
Sun Ra,
DJ Style,
Eric Copeland,
Cameo,
Connie Case,
Neil Young,
Aural Exciters,
Robert Wyatt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yazoo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mad Mike,
Mission of Burma,
The Durutti Column,
Babytalk,
Moss Icon,
Gabor Szabo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Boredoms,
Hashim,
The Pretty Things,
Patti Smith,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Sonics,
The Selecter,
Dual Sessions,
The Modern Lovers,
Alton Ellis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Vainqueur,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.